Night, like a giant, fills the church, from pavement to roof, and holds dominion through the silent hours. Pale dawn again comes peeping through the windows: and, giving place to day, sees night withdraw into the vaults, and follows it, and drives it out, and hides among the dead.
Charles Dickens, Hablot Knight Browne, George Cruikshank, John Leech, Sir John Tenniel (1868). “Works of Charles Dickens: Dombey and son”, p.17
