“Ye who love the haunts of Nature, Love the sunshine of the meadow, Love the shadow of the forest, Love the wind among the branches, And the rain-shower and the snow-storm, And the rushing of great rivers Through their palisades… — Henry Wadsworth LongfellowLongfellow Copy Share Image
“And the smoke rose slowly, slowly, Through the tranquil air of morning, First a single line of darkness, Then a denser, bluer vapor, Then… — Henry Wadsworth LongfellowLongfellow Copy Share Image
“Ye who love the haunts of Nature, Love the sunshine of the meadow, Love the shadow of the forest, Love the wind among the… — Henry Wadsworth LongfellowLongfellow Copy Share Image
