Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

So when a great man dies,
For years beyond our ken,
The light he leaves behind him read more

So when a great man dies,
For years beyond our ken,
The light he leaves behind him lies
Upon the paths of men.

Thy voice
Is a celestial melody.

Thy voice
Is a celestial melody.

Listen to that song, and learn it!
Half my kingdom would I give,
As I live,
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Listen to that song, and learn it!
Half my kingdom would I give,
As I live,
If by such songs you would earn it.

Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....

Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....

But noble souls, through dust and heat,
Rise from disaster and defeat
The stronger.

But noble souls, through dust and heat,
Rise from disaster and defeat
The stronger.