Which gilds the tempest with hope’s bow divine—
Cling to the Cross, and conquer in that sign.
B. D. Winslow.
Lovely was the death
Of Him whose life was love! Holy, with power,
He on the thought-benighted sceptic beamed
Manifest Godhead.
Coleridge.
Thou palsied earth, with noon-day night o’erspread;
Thou sickening sun, so dark, so deep, so red!