I refreshed this last year in August, but no one else was inclined to pick up on the thread again. This thread is what mudcat used to be for me.

From Thomas Moore, "As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow,
While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below,
So the cheek may be tinged with a warm sunny smile,
Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while."

Alice