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Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.

Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Morning, Night, Tasks
"The Village Blacksmith" st. 7 (1839)

How beautiful the silent hour, when morning and evening thus sit together, hand in hand, beneath the starless sky of midnight!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Beautiful, Morning, Twilight
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1852). “The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. With Illustrations by John Gilbert”, p.272

'Tis always morning somewhere, and aboveThe awakening continents, from shore to shore,Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Morning, Nature, Bird
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1869). “The Poetical Works”, p.537

Each morning sees some task begin, each evening sees it close.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Morning, Labor Day, Tasks
"The Village Blacksmith" st. 7 (1839)

Tis always morning somewhere.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Morning, Compensation
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1866). “The Later Poems”, p.108

The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Morning, Air, Pouring
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1912). “The complete poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”, p.1714, Library of Alexandria

Under the spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. . . . He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. . . . Toiling,-rejoicing,-sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life, Strong, Morning
"The Village Blacksmith" st. 7 (1839)

By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer morning, Hiawatha stood and waited.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Summer, Morning, Sea
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1867). “The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. Complete Edition”, p.247

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls; The day returns, but nevermore Returns the traveler to the shore, And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Time, Morning, Fall
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1899). “the Compelete Poetical Works”

Bell, thou soundest merrily, When the bridal party To the church doth hie! Bell, thou soundest solemnly, When, on Sabbath morning, Fields deserted lie!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Morning, Lying, Party
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1847). “The Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Complete in One Volume”, p.30

The shadows of the mind are like those of the body. In the morning of life they all lie behind us; at noon we trample them under foot; and in the evening they stretch long, broad, and deepening before us.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Morning, Lying, Feet
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1854). “The Works of Henry W. Longfellow”

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