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36 lines
1.4 KiB
Plaintext
1645
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AT A SOLEMN MUSICK
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by John Milton
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Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'ns joy,
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Sphear-born harmonious Sisters, Voice, and Vers,
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Wed your divine sounds, and mixt power employ
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Dead things with inbreath' d sense able to pierce,
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And to our high-rais'd phantasie present,
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That undisturbed Song of pure content,
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Ay sung before the saphire-colour'd throne
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To him that sits theron
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With Saintly shout, and solemn Jubily,
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Where the bright Seraphim in burning row
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Their loud up-lifted Angel trumpets blow,
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And the Cherubick host in thousand quires
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Touch their immortal Harps of golden wires,
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With those just Spirits that wear victorious Palms,
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Hymns devout and holy Psalms
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Singing everlastingly;
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That we on Earth with undiscording voice
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May rightly answer that melodious noise;
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As once we did, till disproportion'd sin
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Jarr'd against natures chime, and with harsh din
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Broke the fair musick that all creatures made
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To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'd
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In perfect Diapason, whilst they stood
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In first obedience, and their state of good.
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O may we soon again renew that Song,
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And keep in tune with Heav'n, till God ere long
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To his celestial consort us unite,
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To live with him, and sing in endles morn of light.
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-THE END-
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