Gratitude Bestows Reverence, Allowing Us To Encounter

Where Peace And Rest Can Never Dwell, Hope Never Comes, That Comes To All.

A Broad And Ample Road, Whose Dust Is Gold, And Pavement Stars,--as Stars To Thee Appear Seen In The Galaxy, That Milky Way Which Nightly As A Circling Zone Thou Seest Powder'd With Stars.

Hope Elevates, And Joy Brightens His Crest.

Till Old Experience Do Attain To Something Like Prophetic Strain.

Meanwhile The Adversary Of God And Man, Satan With Thoughts Inflamed Of Highest Design, Puts On Swift Wings, And Towards The Gates Of Hell Explores His Solitary Flight.