Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The forget-me-nots of the angels

Silently, one by one,
in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars,
the forget-me-nots of the angels.
~ EVANGELINE by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evangeline
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The song from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song--
The song from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Thanks for each kindly word

Thanks for the sympathies
that you have shown!
Thanks for each kindly word,
each silent token,
That reaches me, when
seeming most alone.
Friends are around us, though
no word be spoken.

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Longfellow: Selected Poems (Penguin Classics)
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Let us, then, labor for an inward stillness

Let us, then, labor for an inward stillness, --
And inward stillness and an inward healing;
That perfect silence where the lips and heart
Are still, and we no longer entertain
Our own imperfect thoughts and vain opinions,
But God alone speaks in us, and we wait
In singleness of heart, that we may know
God's will, and in the silence of our spirits,
That we may do God's will, and do that only!

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Let us then, labour for an inward stillness

Let us then, labour for an inward stillness,
An inward stillness and an inward healing;
That perfect silence where the lips and heart
Are still, and we no longer entertain
Our own imperfect thoughts and vain opinions,
But God alone speaks in us, and we wait
In singleness of heart, that we may know
His will, and in the silence of our spirits,
That we may do his will, and do that only.

~ Longfellow with thanks to Gladys Cloonan

Let us then labor for an inward stillness

Let us then labor for an inward stillness,
An inward stillness and an inward healing.
That perfect silence where the lips and heart
Are still, and we no longer entertain
Our own imperfect thoughts and vain opinions,
But God alone speaks in us, and we wait
in singleness of heart, that we may know
God's will and, in the silence of our spirits,
That we may do God's will, and do that only!

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow with thanks to Pat Prescott
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