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• The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Resignatio...
• But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Resignatio...
• There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Resignatio...
• Tell me not, in mournful numbers, "Life is but an empty dream!
  For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem....
• Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives whom we call dead.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Resignatio...
• There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there
  There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair....
• For Time will teach thee soon the truth, There are no birds in last year's nest!
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- It is not always May...
• O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Goblet of Life...
• Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate
  Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labour and to wait....