Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day.
Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.
So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he.
It were a journey like the path to heaven, To help you find them.
The timely dew of sleep.
The sacred influence of light appears.