Ask for this great deliverer now, and find him Eyeless in Gaza at the mill with slaves.

The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.

Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,-wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse.

Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame,-nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.

Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.

To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering.

Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements, these piercing fires As soft as now severe, our temper changed Into their temper.