Come in the evening, or come in the morning,
Come when you're looked for, or come without warning.

A people without a language of its own, is only half a nation.

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night.

When an immigrant is unable to read the language, they miss opportunities in the community.

a moderate stroke causing significant weakness in his motor and language skills.