To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent - that is to triumph over old age
My mind lets go a thousand things, Like dates of wars and deaths of kings, And yet recalls the very hour 'Twas noon by yonder village tower, And on the last blue noon in May The wind came briskly up this way, Crisping the brook beside the road; Then,
What is lovely never dies, put passes into other loveliness.
No bird has ever uttered note That was not in some first bird's throat; Since Eden's freshness and man's fall No rose has been original