Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth.
Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss
Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.
Courage never to submit of yield.
Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle.
Gratitude bestows reverence.....changing forever how we experience life and the world.