Time well employed is Satan's deadliest foe: It leaves no opening for the lurking fiend. - Carlos Wilcox

The sultry summer past, September comes,
Soft twilight of the soft-declining year.
All mildness, soothing loneliness and peace,
The fading season ere the falling come.

Be thy best thoughts to work divine addressed;
Do something — do it soon — will all thy might;
An angel's wing would droop if long at rest,
And God Himself inactive were no longer blessed.

Rouse to some work of high and holy love,
And thou an angel's happiness shall know.