Along the Road"
I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chattered all the way.
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow
And ne'er a word said she;
But oh, the things
I learned from her
When Sorrow walked with me!
Honest listening…
Is one of the best medicines to the bereaved
Remedying that brings out the best in thee
For that best serves the memory of the departed
Gentle strokes calm raging beasts
It is the same with mortals…
Jean Cameron, Robert Browning modified by Fiddes von Lochinvar--To one held dear
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