“Another morn Risen on mid-noon.”

“Behold how brightly breaks the morning! Though bleak our lot, our hearts are warm.”

“Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade, Death came with friendly care; The opening bud to heaven conveyed,…”

“How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun.”

“When it is evening, ye say it will be fair weather: for the sky is red.”

“But he is risen, a later star of dawn.”