Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
God sifted a whole nation that he might send choice grain over into this wilderness. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The happy should not insist too much upon their happiness in the presence of the unhappy. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
‘Tis always morning somewhere, and aboveThe awakening continents, from shore to shore, — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Is this is a dream? O, if it be a dream, Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Listen my children and you shall hear, Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow