Though sands be black and bitter black the sea,
Night lie before me and behind me night,
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Though sands be black and bitter black the sea,
Night lie before me and behind me night,
And God within far Heaven refuse to light
The consolation of the dawn for me,--
Between the shadowy burns of Heaven and Hell,
It is enough love leaves my soul to dwell
With memory.

Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands,
And many friends I've met;
Not one fair scene or read more

Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands,
And many friends I've met;
Not one fair scene or kindly smile
Can this fond heart forget.

But woe to him, who left to moan,
Reviews the hours of brightness gone.

But woe to him, who left to moan,
Reviews the hours of brightness gone.

Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things.
[Lat., Memoria est thesaurus omnium rerum e custos.]

Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things.
[Lat., Memoria est thesaurus omnium rerum e custos.]

God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.

God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.

Forgiving does not erase the bitter past. A healed memory is not a deleted memory. Instead, forgiving what we cannot read more

Forgiving does not erase the bitter past. A healed memory is not a deleted memory. Instead, forgiving what we cannot forget creates a new way to remember. We change the memory of our past into a hope for our future.

A lot of people mistake a short memory for a clear conscience.

A lot of people mistake a short memory for a clear conscience.

Memories are all we really own.

Memories are all we really own.

Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.

Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.