Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
Swifter than arrows, the light of the truth.
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it,
But as a harper lays his open palm
Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.