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[femmedyke]

Let fate do her worst; there are relics of joy,
Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy;
Which come in the night time of sorrow and care,
And bring back the features that joy used to wear.
Long, long be my heart with such memories fill'd!
Like the vase, in which roses have once been distilled -
You may break, you may shatter the case if you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.

~ Thomas Moore (1779-1852), Irish poet