Before, beside us, and above The firefly lights his lamp of love. - Reginald Heber

I see them on their winding way, About their ranks the moonbeams play.

Then on! then on! where duty leads,
My course be onward still.

Remember that every guilty compliance with the humors of the world, every sinful indulgence of our own passions, is laying up cares and fears for the hour of darkness; and that the remembrance of ill-spent time will strew our sick-bed with thorns, and rack our sinking spirits with despair.