Parker Cleaveland

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Non-Music, Sonnet (Poetry)

Parker Cleaveland

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Among the many lives that I have known,        &nbsp None I remember more serene and sweet,        &nbsp More rounded in itself and more complete,        &nbsp Than his, who lies beneath this funeral stone. These pines, that murmur in low monotone,        &nbsp These walks frequented by scholastic feet,        &nbsp Were all his world; but in this calm retreat        &nbsp For him the Teacher's chair became a throne. With fond affection memory loves to dwell        &nbsp On the old days, when his example made        &nbsp A pastime of the toil of tongue and pen; And now, amid the groves he loved so well        &nbsp That naught could lure him from their grateful shade,        &nbsp He sleeps, but wakes elsewhere, for God hath said, Amen!

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  • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow