What heart has not acknowledged the influence of this hour, the sweet and soothing hour of twilight, the hour of love, the hour of adoration, the hour of rest, when we think of those we love only to regret that we have not loved them more dearly, when we remember our enemies only to forgive them.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThe atmosphere breathes rest and comfort, and the many chambers seem full of welcomes.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowDeath is the chillness that precedes the dawn; We shudder for a moment, then awake In the broad sunshine of the other life.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow