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 This is indeed to dwell with the most High! Cherubs and rapture-trembling Seraphim Can press no nearer to th' Almighty's Throne. But that we roam unconscious, or with hearts Unfeeling of our universal Sire, And that in his vast family no Cain Injures uninjur'd (in her best-aim'd blow Victorious a blind Suicide) Haply for this some younger Angel now Looks down on Human Nature: and, behold! A sea of blood bestrew'd with wrecks, where mad Embattling on each other rush With unhelm'd Rage!

'Tis the sublime of man, Our noontide Majesty, to know ourselves