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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. (1807–1882) (continued)
 
6500
    A banner with the strange device.
          Excelsior.
6501
    This is the place. Stand still, my steed,—
  Let me review the scene,
And summon from the shadowy past
  The forms that once have been.
          A Gleam of Sunshine.
6502
    The day is done, and the darkness
  Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
  From an eagle in his flight.
          The Day is done.
6503
    A feeling of sadness and longing
  That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
  As the mist resembles the rain.
          The Day is done.
6504
    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.
          The Day is done.
6505
        Sail on, O Ship of State!
Sail on, O Union, strong and great!
Humanity with all its fears,
With all the hopes of future years,
Is hanging breathless on thy fate!
          The Building of the Ship.
6506
    Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,—
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
Our faith trumphant o’er our fears,
Are all with thee,—are all with thee!
          The Building of the Ship.
6507
    The leaves of memory seemed to make
  A mournful rustling in the dark.
          The Fire of Drift-wood.
6508
    There is no flock, however watched and tended,
  But one dead lamb is there;
There is no fireside, howsoe’er defended,
  But has one vacant chair.
          Resignation.