“Go on with your work as usual, for work is a blessed solace. Hope… — Louisa May Alcott

And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.

Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.

A word is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just Begins to live That day.

Go on with your work as usual, for work is a blessed solace. Hope and keep busy. — Louisa May Alcott