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Perseverance is a great element of success.  If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.
  —  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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On This Day In:
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2015 No Less
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2013 Running To
2012 Suddenly
2011 Liberal Washington
2010 Giants Advance To NLCS!!

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We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
   —  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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On This Day In:
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2013 Reading Rules
2012 Cadet Prayer
2011 Easy To Tell
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Retribution

Though the mills of God grind slowly,
Yet they grind exceeding small;
Though with patience he stands waiting,
With exactness grinds he all.
  —  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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On This Day In:
2015 Slow Faith
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2011 Are You Sure?

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The Day Is Done

The day is done, and the darkness
    Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
    From an eagle in his flight.
I see the lights of the village
    Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o’er me
    That my soul cannot resist:
A feeling of sadness and longing,
    That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
    As the mist resembles the rain.
Come, read to me some poem,
    Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
    And banish the thoughts of day.
Not from the grand old masters,
    Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
    Through the corridors of Time.
For, like strains of martial music,
    Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life’s endless toil and endeavor;
    And to-night I long for rest.
Read from some humbler poet,
    Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
    Or tears from the eyelids start;
Who, through long days of labor,
    And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
    Of wonderful melodies.
Such songs have power to quiet
    The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
    That follows after prayer.
Then read from the treasured volume
    The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
    The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music,
    And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
    And as silently steal away.
  —   Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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On This Day In:
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2014 Still Learning
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2013 Execution Not Intensity
2012 Charles Carroll Of Carrollton (The Only Catholic Founder)
2011 Life Works
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The Day is Done

The day is done, and the darkness
   Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
   From an eagle in his flight.
I see the lights of the village
   Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o’er me
   That my soul cannot resist:
A feeling of sadness and longing,
   That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
   As the mist resembles the rain.
Come, read to me some poem,
   Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
   And banish the thoughts of day.
Not from the grand old masters,
   Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
   Through the corridors of Time.
For, like strains of martial music,
   Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life’s endless toil and endeavor;
   And to-night I long for rest.
Read from some humbler poet,
   Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
   Or tears from the eyelids start;
Who, through long days of labor,
   And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
   Of wonderful melodies.
Such songs have power to quiet
   The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
   That follows after prayer.
Then read from the treasured volume
   The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
   The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music,
   And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
   And as silently steal away.
  —  By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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On This Day In:
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 In this world, a man must either be an anvil or a hammer.
   —  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sand of time;
 

—  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
from his poem: “A Psalm of Life
 

[You can find the entire poem on my Poems page.  —  KMAB]
 

 

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