Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Hospitality sitting with Gladness.

Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice triumphs.

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.

A Psalm of Life. Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all: Into each life some rain must fall; Some days must be dark and dreary.

Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow learn; Something with passion clasp, or perish And in itself to ashes burn.

"Do not fear! Heaven is as near," He said, "by water as by land!"

Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.

Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest.

The lamps are lit, the fires burn bright. The house is full of life and light.