The Eagle's Song

And before the Sun had fallen far from the noon out of the East there came a great Eagle flying, and he bore tidings beyond hope from the Lords of the West, crying:

'Sing now ye people of Minas Anor
for the realm of Sauron is ended for ever
"And the devil who deceived them was thrown into the lake of fire and brimstone ... forever and ever."
and the Dark Tower is thrown down.
"So will Babylon, the great city, be thrown down with violence, and will not be found any longer."

Sing and rejoice, ye people of the Tower of Guard
"Unless the LORD guards the city, The watchman keeps awake in vain."
for your watch hath not been in vain,
"Your labor in the Lord is not in vain."
and the Black Gate is broken,
"The last enemy that will be abolished is death."
and your King hath passed through,
"He will reign as king and act wisely and do justice and righteousness in the land."
and he is victorious.
"In His days Judah will be saved, And Israel will dwell securely"

Sing and be glad, all ye children of the West
"The kingdom of the world has become the kingdom of our Lord and of His Christ; and He will reign forever and ever.... 'We give You thanks, O Lord God, the Almighty, who are and who were, because You have taken Your great power and have begun to reign.'"
for your King shall come again,
"Your eyes will see the King in His beauty"
and he shall dwell among you,
"My dwelling place also will be with them ..." 
all the days of your life.
"... forever."

And the Tree that was withered shall be renewed,
"Blessed are those who wash their robes, so that they may have the right to the tree of life, and may enter by the gates into the city."
and he shall plant it in the high places,
"The Lord GOD is my strength, and makes me walk on my high places."
and the City shall be blessed.
"The city has no need of the sun ... for its lamp is the Lamb. The nations will walk by its light, and ... bring their glory into it."

Sing all ye people!'

—The Lord of the Rings, Book VI Ch 6

Hyacinths blossoming in old blacking-bottles

'The flowers belonged to this poor boy,' said Tim; 'that's all. When it is fine weather, and he can crawl out of bed, he draws a chair close to the window, and sits there, looking at them and arranging them, all day long. We used to nod, at first, and then we came to speak. Formerly, when I called to him of a morning, and asked him how he was, he would smile, and say, "better;" but now he shakes his head, and only bends more closely over his old plants.... The night will not be long coming,' said Tim, 'when he will sleep, and never wake again on earth. We have never so much as shaken hands in all our lives, and yet I shall miss him like an old friend. Are there any country flowers that could interest me like these, do you think?'

—Charles Dickens, Nicholas Nickleby p 515.