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

“The heart bowed down by weight of woe To weakest hope will cling.”

“The sentinel stars set their watch in the sky.”

“Far from mortal cares retreating, Sordid hopes and vain desires, Here, our willing footsteps meeting, Every heart to…”

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

“Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.”