Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies.

Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?-thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades?

Iris all hues, roses, and jessamine Reared high their flourished heads between, and wrought Mosaic; underfoot the violet, Crocus, and hyacinth with rich inlay Broidered the ground, more coloured than with stone Of costliest emblem: other creature here Beast, bird, insect, or worm durst enter none; Such was their awe of man.

Praise from an enemy smells of craft.

A bevy of fair women.

The timely dew of sleep.

Execute their airy purposes.