That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
You know I would like this said at my leaving this world, morbid as that sounds I just love these words and they don't seem to want to leave me this week. It is also only a part of a very long poem with stanzas. I find these words so beautiful and strong, don't you agree.