Hail holy light, offspring of heav'n firstborn!
Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies.
Fame is the last infirmity of the human mind.
More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang'd To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues.
O fleeting joys Of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes!