William Cullen Bryant

“ The fiercest agonies have shortest reign;
And after dreams of horror, comes again
The welcome morning with its rays of peace.
Oblivion, softly wiping out the stain,
Makes the strong secret pangs of pain to cease:
Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase
Are fruits of innocence and blessedness ”

“ Weep not that the world changes - did it keep
A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep. ”