"Breeze through" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... never may a son of thine, Where'er his wandering steps incline, Forget the sky which bent above His childhood like a dream of love— The stream beneath the green hill flowing— The broad-armed trees above it growing— The clear breeze through the foliage blowing;— Or hear unmoved the taunt of scorn Breathed o'er the brave New England born;— Or mark the stranger's Jaguar hand Disturb the ashes of thy dead— The buried glory of a land Whose soil with noble blood is red, And sanctified in every part, Nor feel resentment like ...
— Whittier-land - A Handbook of North Essex • Samuel T. Pickard |
