Joann Howeth Writer of Picture Books

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We look before and after,

And pine for what is not;

Our sincerest laughter

With some pain is fraught;

Our sweetest songs are those

That tell of saddest thought.

Yet if we could scorn

Hate and pride and fear;

If we were things born

Not to shed a tear,

I know not how thy joy we

Ever should come

Near.”

- Percy Bysshe Shelley