Praise now eternal day upon whose scroll
Love limns its endless harmonies. The light
That emanates from ever-active Soul
Knows not one portent of a coming night.
Let none then plot his life in mortal hours
Measured out by planets in the sky,
Nor fear his fate to hinge on mystic powers
Of bright configurations wheeling by.
Accept the precious word of revelation
That in Christ's heaven at hand there cannot be
A night—of sunlessness or incantation—
To interrupt divine activity.
Designs of Love unfold in timeless span,
And this unfolding is the life of man.
