Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to... - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate."
"Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate."
"Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad."
"And in despair I bowed my head;"There is no peace on earth,"I said;"For hate is strong,And mocks the songOf peace on earth, good-will to men!"Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:"God is not dead, nor doth he sleep!The Wrong shall fail,the Right prevail,With peace on earth, good-will to men!"
"The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal."
"Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all."
"Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad."