In December ring Every day the chimes; Loud the gleemen sing In the streets their merry rhymes. Let us by the fire Ever higher Sing them till the night expire!
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowTo-day, to-morrow, every day, to thousands the end of the world is close at hand. And why should we fear it? We walk here, as it were, in the crypts of life; at times, from the great cathedral above us, we can hear the organ and the chanting choir; we see the light stream through the open door, when some friend goes up before us; and shall we fear to mount the narrow staircase of the grave that leads us out of this uncertain twilight into life eternal?
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowEveryone says that forgiveness is a lovely idea until he has something to forgive.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowA torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow