Tears Are The Showers That Fertilize This

When I Remember Something Which I Had, But Which Is Gone, And I Must Do Without, I Sometimes Wonder How I Can Be Glad, Even In Cowslip Time When Hedges Sprout; It Makes Me Sigh To Think On It,--but Yet My Days Will Not Be Better Days, Should I Forget.

And Bitter Waxed The Fray; Brother With Brother Spake No Word When They Met In The Way.

I Have Lived To Thank God That All My Prayers Have Not Been Answered.

I Wish, And I Wish That The Spring Would Go Faster, Nor Long Summer Bide So Late; And I Could Grow On Like The Foxglove And Aster, For Some Things Are Ill To Wait.

We Wish For More In Life Rather Than More Of It.