"Life! I know not what thou art,
But know that thou and I must part;
And when, or how, or where we met,
I own to me's a secret yet.
"Life! we have been long together,
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;
'Tis hard to part when friends are dear;
Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear;—
Then steal away, give little warning,
Choose thine own time;
Say not Good Night, but in some brighter clime
Bid me Good Morning!"
A. L. Barbauld.
SEPTEMBER 13
"It is dangerous to abandon oneself to the luxury of grief; it deprives one of courage, and even of the wish for recovery."
Amiel's Journal.
"Its way of suffering is the witness which a soul bears to itself."
Amiel's Journal.
"We must bury our dead joys
And live above them with a living world."
George Eliot.