We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

The best of what we do and are, Just God, forgive!

To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.

I'm not talking about a "show me other walls of this thing" button, I mean a "stumble" button for wallbase.

Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.