James Russell Lowell

And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
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And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays.

Tiny Salmoneus of the air
His mimic bolts the firefly threw.

Tiny Salmoneus of the air
His mimic bolts the firefly threw.

They are slaves who fear to speak
For the fallen and the weak;
. . . .
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They are slaves who fear to speak
For the fallen and the weak;
. . . .
They are slaves who dare not be
In the right with two or three.

"What means this glory round our feet,"
The Magi mused, "more bright than morn!"
And voices chanted read more

"What means this glory round our feet,"
The Magi mused, "more bright than morn!"
And voices chanted clear and sweet,
"To-day the Prince of Peace is born."

Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or by read more

Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or by the handle.