John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. (18071882) (continued)
6500 A banner with the strange device.
Excelsior.
6501 This is the place. Stand still, my steed, Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been.
A Gleam of Sunshine.
6502 The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight.
The Day is done.
6503 A feeling of sadness and longing That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
The Day is done.
6504 And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
The Day is done.
6505 Sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate!
The Building of the Ship.
6506 Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee, Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Our faith trumphant oer our fears, Are all with thee,are all with thee!
The Building of the Ship.
6507 The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.
The Fire of Drift-wood.
6508 There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there; There is no fireside, howsoeer defended, But has one vacant chair.
Resignation.