Most wounds can Time repair; br But some are mortal -- these: br For a broken heart there is no balm, br No cure for a heart at ease -- br br At ease, but cold as stone, br Though the intellect spin on, br And the feat and practiced face may show br Nought of the life that is gone; br br But smiles, as by habit taught; br And sighs, as by custom led; br And the soul within is safe from damnation, br Since it is dead.