Henry Wadsworth Longfellow “The Good Part, that shall not be taken away”
The Good Part, that shall not be taken away She dwells by Great Kenhawa’s side, In valleys green and cool; And all her hope and all her pride Are in the village school. Her soul, like the transparent air That robes the hills above, Though not of earth, encircles there All things with arms of love. And thus she walks among her girls With praise and mild rebukes; Subduing e’en rude village churls By her angelic looks. She reads to them at eventide Of One who came to save; To cast the captive’s chains aside And liberate the slave. And … Читать далее →