Sweet Remembrance
Let fate do him worst; there are relics of joy,
Bright dreams of the past, which he cannot destroy
;And which come in the night-time of sorrow and care,
To bring back the features that joy used to wear.
Long, long be my heart with such memories filled,
Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled;
You may break, you may ruin the vase, if you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.