+3Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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- Write in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by angels. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- Twas Easter Sunday. The full blossomed trees Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- 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
- He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- What shall I say to you? What can I say Better than silence is? - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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