——“The tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.”
——“O for the touch of a vanished hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!”
“God gives us love! Something to love
He lends us; but when love is grown
To ripeness, that on which it throve
Falls off, and love is left alone:
“This is the curse of time. Alas!
In grief we are not all unlearned;