Good Morning Everyone. 18 degrees this morning and overcast but, all in all, still a good day for a swim in the sea of life. Today is the birthday of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, the great 19th century poet, born in Portland, Maine on this day in 1807. He was a prolific writer with The Song of Hiawatha, The Ride of Paul Revere, My Lost Youth, The Village Blacksmith, and many more poems to his credit.
I remember having to perform Evangeline in high school and this phrase sticks with me:
Neither locks had they to their doors nor bars to their windows; But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners; There the richest was poor and the poorest lived in abundance. Evangeline. Part i. 1.
We still don‚Äôt lock our doors. A few other passages for your day:
Where‚Äôer a noble deed is wrought, Where‚Äôer is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts in glad surprise To higher levels rise. Santa Filomena.
My soul is full of longing For the secret of the Sea, And the heart of the great ocean Sends a thrilling pulse through me. The Secret of the Sea.
Have a great day. Be well. Do good.