Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees
Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.
'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees
Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.
Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.
Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.
And the hooded clouds, like friars,
Tell their beads in drops of rain.
And the hooded clouds, like friars,
Tell their beads in drops of rain.
Love gives itself; it is not bought.
Love gives itself; it is not bought.
Nature is a revelation of God; Art is a revelation of man
Nature is a revelation of God; Art is a revelation of man
