Have you seen, by the dawn’s early light, a margin for error, bounded and spared, on one side tyranny, the other disorder, a space in between where deep need and deep sorrow are less than before, while health and right reach historical height, and viewing it asked, if more expectation’s a high form of madness? A margin for freedom, a margin for error, a space worth the cost, some soldiers thought, And shared in the suffering chose mercy, not life. So pop that cracker, suspend the fight, enjoy the margin, and sparkle the night.