Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: This life of ours is a wild æolian harp of many a joyous strain, But under them all there runs a loud perpetual wail, as

This life of ours is a wild æolian harp of many a joyous strain, But under them — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

This life of ours is a wild æolian harp of many a joyous strain, But under them all there runs a loud perpetual wail, as of souls in pain.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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