Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Hail to the King of Bethlehem,
Who weareth in his diadem
The yellow crocus for the gem
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Hail to the King of Bethlehem,
Who weareth in his diadem
The yellow crocus for the gem
Of his authority!

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.

Ah, to build, to build!
That is the noblest of all the arts.

Ah, to build, to build!
That is the noblest of all the arts.

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave us read more

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave us behind
Footprints on the sands of time.

The holiest of all holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; the secret anniversaries of the heart.

The holiest of all holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; the secret anniversaries of the heart.