The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowStars of earth, these golden flowers; emblems of our own great resurrection; emblems of the bright and better land.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowO thou sculptor, painter, poet! Take this lesson to thy heart: That is best which lieth nearest; Shape from that thy work of art.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowI do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow