When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowI stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow'Tis always morning somewhere, and aboveThe awakening continents, from shore to shore,Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowNothing that is can pause or stay; / The moon will wax, the moon will wane, / The mist and cloud will turn to rain, / The rain to mist and cloud again, / Tomorrow be today.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowDreams or illusions, call them what you will, they lift us from the commonplace of life to better things.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThe moon is hidden behind a cloud... On the leaves is a sound of falling rain... No other sounds than these I hear; The hour of midnight must be near... So many ghosts, and forms of fright, Have started from their graves to-night, They have driven sleep from mine eyes away: I will go down to the chapel and pray.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow