In the tradition of her own article posted above, would to God she had reminded herself that taking your own life is wrong and not right; evil and not good.
This is a proper tribute to the woman.
WHEN to the sessions of sweet silent thought | |
I summon up remembrance of things past, | |
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, | |
And with old woes new wail my dear times waste: | |
Then can I drown an eye, unusd to flow, | 5 |
For precious friends hid in deaths dateless night, | |
And weep afresh loves long since cancelld woe, | |
And moan the expense of many a vanishd sight: | |
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, | |
And heavily from woe to woe tell oer | 10 |
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, | |
Which I new pay as if not paid before. | |
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, | |
All losses are restord and sorrows end. |