And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies.
O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!
If this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble.
And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend.
Nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good, And good works in her husband to promote.