Though the past haunt me as a spirit, I do not ask to forget.
Gird your hearts with silent fortitude, Suffering, yet hoping all things.
life's best balm - Forgetfulness!
Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?
There is in all this cold and hollow world, No fount of deep, strong,deathless love ;save that within a mother's heart
The opening and the folding flowers, that laugh to the summer's day.