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Wednesday, December 8, 2010

On Holidays, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows;--
The happy days unclouded to their close;
The sudden joys that our of darkness start
As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!"
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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