The Arrow And The Song

I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterwards, in an oak, I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend. --HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.

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Fear to do base, unworthy things, is valor! I never thought an angry person valiant; Virtue is never aided by a vice. --BEN JONSON.