“And the smoke rose slowly, slowly, Through the tranquil air of morning, First a single line of darkness, Then a denser, bluer… — Henry Wadsworth LongfellowLongfellow Peace 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… — Henry Wadsworth LongfellowLongfellow Nature Copy Share Image
