AT A SOLEMN MUSICK
by: John Milton (1608-1674)
- 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 undisturbèd 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 nature 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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