Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
In the Harbor — The Children's Crusade
(1882)
“ Like a shower of blossoms blown From the parent trees were they; Like a flock of birds that fly Through the unfrequented sky, Holding nothing as their own, Passed they into lands unknown, Passed to suffer and to die. ”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
In the Harbor — The Children's Crusade
(1882)
“ Journeying to the Holy Land!Who shall answer or divine? Never since the world was made Such a wonderful crusade Started forth for Palestine. Never while the world shall last Will it reproduce the past ”
