Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thus departed Hiawatha, Hiawatha the Beloved, In the glory of the sunset, — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The greatest grace of a gift, perhaps, is that it anticipates and admits of no return. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow