Night conceals a world but reveals a universe.
God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.
What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.
Shakespeare was of us, Milton was of us, Burns, Shelley, were with us. They watch from their graves!
He guides me and the bird. In His good time!
Believeth with the life, the pain shall stop.