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.

3 op. At a Solemn Mustek

ID LEST 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 inbreath'd sense able to pierce, And to our high-rais'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 just Spirits that wear victorious Palms, Hymns devout and holy Psalms Singing everlastingly;

That we on Earth with undiscording voice May rightly answer that melodious noise ; As once we did, till disproportion'd sin Jarr'd against natures chime, and with harsh din Broke the fair musick that all creatures made To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'd

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