Our years along, in melancholy dreams
Of what they dare, and what they cannot be!
R. Montgomery.
Repentance clothes in grass and flowers
The grave in which the past is laid.
John Sterling.
O blest Repentance, in thy weeping eye
Swim the pure beams of embryo-ecstacy.
And Faith, and Hope, and Love, and Joy, prepare
To still thy heart, and wipe thy bitter tear!