JOHN MILTON

In perfect Diapason, whilst they stood

In first obedience, and their state of good.

O may we soon again renew that Song,

And keep in tune with Heav'n, till God ere long

To his celestial consort us unite,

To live with him, and sing in endles morn of light.

Bio. L' Allegro

|_JENCE loathed Melancholy

• * Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born,

In Stygian Cave forlorn

'Mongst horrid shapes, and shreiks, and sights unholy, Find out som uncouth cell,

Where brooding darknes spreads his jealous wings, And the night-Raven sings ;

There, under Ebon shades, and low-brow'd Rocks, As ragged as thy Locks,

In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell. But com thou Goddes fair and free, In Heav'n ycleap'd Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus, at a birth With two sister Graces more To Ivy-crowned Bacchus bore ; Or whether (as som Sager sing) The frolick Wind that breathes the Spring, Zephir with Aurora playing, As he met her once a Maying, There on Beds of Violets blew, And fresh-blown Roses washt in dew, Fiird her with thee a daughter fair, So bucksom, blith, and debonair.

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