“ Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, 'It will be happier.' ”
Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath And after many a summer dieth the swan.
~ Alfred Lord Tennyson
For words like Nature half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
