  I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterwards, in an oak, I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend. —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Fear to do base, unworthy things, is valor! I never thought an angry person valiant; Virtue is never aided by a vice. |
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