Into each life some rain must fall. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sail forth into the sea of life,
O gentle, loving, trusting wife,
And safe from all adversity
Upon the bosom of that sea
Thy comings and thy goings be!
For gentleness and love and trust
Prevail o'er angry wave and gust;
And in the wreck of noble lives
Something immortal still survives.

There is no Death! What seems so is transition;
This life of mortal breath
Is but a suburb of the life elysian,
Whose portal we call Death.

Chorus of the Eumenides: ...
With useless endeavour
Forever, forever,
Is Sisyphus rolling
His stone up the mountain!