OH ye kindly nymphs, who dwell 'mongst the rocks and the thickets, <br />Grant unto each whatsoe'er he may in silence desire! <br />Comfort impart to the mourner, and give to the doubter instruction, <br />And let the lover rejoice, finding the bliss that he craves. <br />For from the gods ye received what they ever denied unto mortals, <br />Power to comfort and aid all who in you may confide.<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/solitude-11/
