1809 – 1892 • British • Poet
A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.
A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead life to sovereign power.
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, 'It will be happier.'
