Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.

Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.

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.

Her silver voice
Is the rich music of a summer bird,
Heard in the still night, with read more

Her silver voice
Is the rich music of a summer bird,
Heard in the still night, with its passionate cadence.

What else remains for me?
Youth, hope and love;
To build a new life on a ruined read more

What else remains for me?
Youth, hope and love;
To build a new life on a ruined life.

Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.

Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.