I sit, this evening, far away,
From all I used to know,
And nought reminds my soul to-day
Of happy long ago.
I'll thank thee, Memory, in the hour
When troubled thoughts are mine—
For thou, like suns in April's shower,
On shadowy scenes wilt shine.
-Patrick Branwell Bronte
Monday, June 27, 2022
"The young do not know enough to be prudent, and therefore they attempt the impossible - and achieve it, generation after generation." ••Pearl S. Buck
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