Classic Poem

Time and forgetfulness twin angels are;
We do not half esteem their mute caress,
But turn us from their ministries afar
To seek in grief the barren wilderness.

Time is a tender nurse that healingly,
With gentle fingers, scarcely felt or known,
Veils the dull hours of shame and agony
As mosses hide the stern face of a stone.

But when forgetfulness with dreamy eyes
Strolls down her lethean path, woe disappears,
And every cloud that dimméd the morning skies
Is blown into the caverns of the years.