An Orpheus! an Orpheus! yes, Faith may grow bold,And take to herself all the wonders of old;–Near the stately Pantheon you’ll meet with the sameIn the street that
Was it an apple? Perhaps. A pear? Or a banana? No. Something more perfect. More desirable. Not tasted since. “The tree was good for food
Words from a poem by Frances E.W. Harper.
BY CARL SANDBURG Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation’s Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, brawling, City of the Big Shoulders: They
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist. ITell me not, in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty
My soul shall ever bless the Lord And His great name adore, For He my humble cry hath heard, And did my soul restore. He