The Day Is Conscious Of Itself.

In The Blackest Of Your Moments, Wait With No Fear.

The Armies Of The Day Have Chased The Army Of The Night, Heaven And Earth Are Filled With Purity And Light.

That Which God Said To The Rose, And Caused It To Laugh In Full-blown Beauty, He Said To My Heart, And Made It A Hundred Times More Beautiful.

I Turn All Thorn Then, But You Come Back Again And Make My Thorniness Fragrant And Pink And Petaled.

Either Give Me More Wine Or Leave Me Alone.