Thank you, o Lord, for the white blind light.
Сильно мне понравилось Байроновское стхотворение, умаю, засяду за перевод)
Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star!
Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far,
That show`st the darkness thou canst not dispel,
How like art thou to joy remember`d well!
So gleams the past, the light of other days,
Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays;
A night-beam Sorrow watcheth to behold,
Distinct but distant -- clear -- but, oh how cold!