Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Nor deem the irrevocable Past,
As wholly wasted, wholly vain,
If, rising on its wrecks, at last
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Nor deem the irrevocable Past,
As wholly wasted, wholly vain,
If, rising on its wrecks, at last
To something nobler we attain.

The light upon her face
Shines from the windows of another world.
Saints only have such faces.

The light upon her face
Shines from the windows of another world.
Saints only have such faces.

Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks,
And through the opening door that time unlocks
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Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks,
And through the opening door that time unlocks
Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep.

We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others
judge us by what we have already read more

We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others
judge us by what we have already done.

Into each life some rain must fall, some days be dark and dreary.

Into each life some rain must fall, some days be dark and dreary.