...Serenity, Grace, and Hope tend to come calling. Their step is light, their touch gentle, and we cannot know how we've thirsted for their arrival until it happens.
TO him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Wm. Cullen Bryant, Thanatopsis
