Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay-- Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.
- Aaron MilesThe tender heart, the broken and contrite spirit, are to me far above all the joys that I could ever hope for in this vale of tears.
- Alan Graf JrShe goes through the vale of death alone, each time a babe is born. As it is the right neither of man nor the state to coerce her into this ordeal, so it is her right to decide whether she will endure it.
- Alymer Letterman