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 LongfellowDay, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowBuild today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow