JOHN MILTON
And perfectly divine,
With Truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shine
About the supreme Throne
Of him, t'whose happy-making sight alone,
When once our heav'nly-guided soul shall clime,
Then all this Earthy grosnes quit,
Attir'd with Stars, we shall for ever .sit,
Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O Time.
��At a Solemn Mustek
BLEST pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'ns joy, Sphear-born harmonious Sisters, Voice, and Vers, Wed your divine sounds, and mixt power employ Dead things with inbreathed sense able to pierce, And to our high-iais'd phantasie present, That undisturbed Song of pure content, Ay sung before the saphire-colour'd throne To him that sits theron With Saintly shout, and solemn Jubily, Where the bright Seraphim in burning row Their loud up-lifted Angel trumpets blow, And the Cherubick host in thousand quires Touch their immortal Harps of golden wires, With those ju^t Spirits that wear victorious Palms, Hymns devout and holy Psalms Singing everlastingly, That we on Earth with undiscordmg voice May rightly answer that melodious noise, As-once we did, till disproportion^ sin Jarr'd against natures chime, and with harsh din
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