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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