It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo t — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo the familiar things we call our own,And with the other, resolute of will,Grope in the dark for what the day will bring

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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