Chaos umpire sits And by decision more embroils the fray by which he reigns: next him high arbiter Chance governs all.

In discourse more sweet; For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense. Others apart sat on a hill retir'd, In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, Fix'd fate, free-will, foreknowledge absolute; And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.

Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost.

Accuse not nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine.

Arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots rag'd: dire was the noise Of conflict.

To live a life half dead, a living death.

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