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• All things come round to him who will but wait. -- Henry W.
  Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Tales of a Wayside Inn, The Student's Tale...
• And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Evangeline, Part ii...
• She floats upon the river of his thoughts. -- Henry W.
  Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Spanish Student, Act ii, Sc. 3...
• Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Motto, Hyperion, Book i...
• Time has touched me gently in his race, And left no odious furrows in my face.
  -- George Crabbe (1754-1832) -- Tales of the Hall, Book xvii, The Widow...
• He laid his hand upon "the Ocean's mane," And played familiar with his hoary locks.
  -- Robert Pollok (1799-1827) -- The Course of Time, Book iv, Line 389...
• The man that lays his hand upon a woman, Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch Whom 't were gross flattery to name a coward.
  -- John Tobin (1770-1804) -- The Honeymoon, Act ii, Sc. 1...
• No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds unto his own.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Endymio...
• May the road rise to meet you, May the wind be always at your back
  May the sun shine warm upon your face, the rains fall soft upon your fields and, until we meet again may God hold you in the palm of his hand -- An old Irish saying....