You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still. - Thomas Moore

Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side
In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?

Those evening bells! those evening bells!
How many a tale their music tells
Of youth and home, and that sweet time
When last I heard their soothing chime!

Alas! how light a cause may move
Dissension between hearts that love!
Hearts that the world in vain had tried,
And sorrow but more closely tied;
That stood the storm when waves were rough,
Yet in a sunny hour fall off,
Like ships that have gone down at sea
When heaven was all tranquillity.