This Horror Will Grow Mild, This Darkness

Above The Smoke And Stir Of This Dim Spot Which Men Call Earth.

He Who Freely Magnifies What Hath Been Nobly Done, And Fears Not To Declares As Freely What Might Be Done Better, Gives Ye The Best Covenant Of His Fidelity.

Awake, Arise Or Be For Ever Fall’n.

With Ruin Upon Ruin, Rout On Rout, Confusion Worse Confounded.

God, Who Oft Descends To Visit Men Unseen, And Through Their Habitations Walks To Mark Their Doings.