life's best balm - Forgetfulness!
Gird your hearts with silent fortitude, Suffering, yet hoping all things.
There is in all this cold and hollow world, No fount of deep, strong,deathless love ;save that within a mother's heart
Though the past haunt me as a spirit, I do not ask to forget.
A passion for flowers, is, I think, the only one which long sickness leaves untouched with its chilling influence.
Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?