Night falls and leeches out day's happiness;
The evening robs whatever morn stored up.
It brings a sense of inborn easiness
That shows the empty side of one's half-cup
And emphasizes what could be improved.
Where darkness ought to shelter frailty,
Instead it fixes it, not to be moved,
Making what seemed in daylight still to be
Acceptable, a terror to be feared.
Only in light can virtue analyze
The quality of what has been upreared
Beside it - in the darkness all surprise
Is danger, and the good that's done appears
Swamped and enveloped by unfounded fears.
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