Tears such as angels weep.
So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he.
In contemplation of created things, by steps we may ascend to God.
Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence.
Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle.
Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath, And stars to set; but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!