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 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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