Out of the shdows of night The world rolls into light. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

What land is this? Yon pretty town Is Delft, with all its wares displayed:
The pride, the market-place, the crown And centre of the Potter's trade.

Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted;
If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning
Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment;
That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

All are architects of Fate,
Working in these walls of Time.