“And the smoke rose slowly, slowly, Through the tranquil air of morning, First a single line of darkness, Then a denser, bluer vapor, Then a snow-white cloud unfolding, Like the tree-tops of the forest, Ever rising, rising, rising, Till it… — 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
