The Sacred Influence Of Light Appears.

Heaven Is As The Book Of God Before Thee Set, Wherein To Read His Wondrous Works.

A Short Retirement Urges A Sweet Return.

Gratitude Bestows Reverence, Allowing Us To Encounter Everyday Epiphanies.

Thus With The Year Seasons Return; But Not To Me Returns Day, Or The Sweet Approach Of Even Or Morn, Or Sight Of Vernal Bloom Or Summer's Rose, Or Flocks, Or Herds, Or Human Face Divine; But Cloud Instead, And Ever-during Dark Surrounds Me; From The Cheerful Ways Of Men Cut Off, And For The Book Of Knowledge Fair Presented With A Universal Blank Of Nature's Works, To Me Expung'd And Raz'd, And Wisdom At One Entrance Quite Shut Out.

Pleas'd Me, Long Choosing And Beginning Late.