When night falls and Darkness covers your hours, do not let your love grow cold.
I understand, I struggle then, but
when bitter the winds, rest then, rest. The Sun will return, solar luminosity, with Power
to measure all the stars and galaxies in terms of each output, so
Rest then, rest in the shadow of sweet slumber. Is this not our school?
How many nights do we have? Will not the Son return
Redeeming in His Light?