Footsteps Of Angels

When the hours of Day are numbered,
And the voices of the Night
Wake the better soul, that slumbered,
To a holy, calm delight;

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Click to read full poem

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This is a terrible reading- -is this by a computer? ! Good God. It's better to have none.
A beautiful read each and every time.
The last stanza is a memorable one.
All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died! A lovely poem shared. Brilliant write.
beautifully expressed
All my fears are laid aside... great poem.
wonderful poem
In the end - the best that can be said, is we are left with the memory of what was.
Member AreaQuotationsPoetry E-Books Share this poem: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (27 February 1807 – 24 March 1882 / Portland, Maine) #21 on top 500 poets Poet's PagePoemsQuotesCommentsStatsE-BooksBiography Poems by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: 117 / 529 « prev. poem next poem » Footsteps Of Angels - Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Autoplay next video When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful firelight Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more; He, the young and strong, who cherished Noble longings for the strife, By the roadside fell and perished, Weary with the march of life! They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more! .. Beautifully penned!
........though hauntingly beautiful this poem has a peaceful feel ★
I see signs of Angels everywhere these days... in the colors of the flowers, a tiny feather floating by.. thanks for sharing..
wonderfully written, .. a great read
Fantastic poet. All his poems are fantastic.
Love this poem with all its tenderness.
Good imagination and rhythm
Wonderful imagery; well done sir!
Very spiritual and inspiring poem.
Shall I not say that truly this is a hand of professionality.
Extraordinary poem -just what we expect from our friend Mr. Longfellow.
With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. Intensifying. I really love this piece. great piece