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More from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night.

The Ladder of St. Augustine (1858)

Ye are better than all the ballads
That ever were sung or said;
For ye are living poems,
And all the rest are dead.

Children (1858)

Never here, forever there,
Where all parting, pain, and care,
And death, and time shall disappear,—
Forever there, but never here!
The horologe of Eternity
Sayeth this incessantly,—
“Forever — never!
Never — forever!”

The Old Clock on the Stairs (1845)

Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day’s occupation,
That is known as the Children’s Hour.

The Children's Hour (1860)

No man is so poor as to have nothing worth giving. Give what you have. To someone it may be better than you dare to think.

Kavanagh: A Tale (1849)