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?