I have felt darkness lead me by the hand Over the hill to greet the singing dawn.
...passing swiftly on toward further darknesses, but moving also toward a new sun.
Those whose own light is quenched are often the light-bringers.
There is a budding morrow in midnight.
Darkness is dawn not yet born.
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
Ay, on the shores of darkness there is a light, and precipices show untrodden green; there is a budding morrow in midnight; there is triple sight in blindness keen.
Yes, a dark time passed over this land, but now there is something like light.
