From transcendent height there is no parity
to such an eve' redolent of cities in candle light
and skies stricken with swaying arcs of God's promise,
for a scene in such repose, painted on a canvas of void,
cannot be but perpetually fervent as it radiates through the eternal night.
- Samuel Richard Leonard
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