This Horror Will Grow Mild,

And Storied Windows Richly Dight, Casting A Dim Religious Light.

A Short Retirement Urges A Sweet Return.

God Has Set Labor And Rest, As Day And Night To Men Successive.

So On This Windy Sea Of Land, The Fiend Walked Up And Down Alone Bent On His Prey.

Midnight Brought On The Dusky Hour Friendliest To Sleep And Silence.