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                          AT A SOLEMN MUSICK

                            by John Milton








Electronically Enhanced Text (c) Copyright 1996, World Library(R)



                 AT A SOLEMN MUSICK
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    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 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
    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.
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