Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sweet April! many a thought
Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed;
Nor shall they fail, read more

Sweet April! many a thought
Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed;
Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought,
Life's golden fruit is shed.

For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter
Of the Eternal's language;--on earth it is called Forgiveness!

For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter
Of the Eternal's language;--on earth it is called Forgiveness!

To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.

To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.

Very hot and still the air was,
Very smooth the gliding river,
Motionless the sleeping shadows.

Very hot and still the air was,
Very smooth the gliding river,
Motionless the sleeping shadows.

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined;Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined;Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.