The Physician

She comes when I am grieving and doth say, "Child, here is that shall drive your grief away." When I am hopeless, kisses me and stirs My breast with the strong lively courage of hers. Proud—she will humble me with but a word, Or with mild mockery at my folly gird; Fickle—she holds me with her loyal eyes; Remorseful—tells of neighbouring Paradise; Envious—"Be not so mad, so mad," she saith, "Envied and envier both race with Death" She my good Angel is: and who is she?— The soul's divine Physician, Memory.