Thought for the Day: From Gray’s “Ode on the Pleasure Arising from Vicissitude“:

Smiles on past misfortune’s brow

  Soft reflection’s hand can trace,

And o’er the cheek of sorrow throw

  A melancholy grace;

While hope prolongs our happier hour,

Or deepest shades, that dimly lour

And blacken round our weary way,

Gilds with a gleam of distant day.