To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowWho ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowEnjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, to some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, there are no birds in last year's nest!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow