The stars that have most glory have no rest.

She stared at the stars like they were pillow for her mind and in their light she could rest her heavy head.

Willingness to be damned for the glory of God.

The glory dies not, and the grief is past.

Or soar aloft to be the spangled skies And gaze upon her with a thousand eyes.

Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course?