Our Spirit of Light comes through at night,
To a-Light,
All of our respite,
So that during our nocturnal flight,
We can delight in what is spoken of.
And the dread that is in our head,
Which can be misread,
About what has been said,
Can be withheld and shelved,
And nevermore into delved.
And all of the complaint in our head,
Can then be instead,
Filtered out in the dread of night,
And all of our respite,
Can then be a Real delight!