Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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TO MILTON. |
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TO MILTON.
Milton! I envy thee thy misery,If such it were, whose Magictouch could turn
The Mortal to a God: for thou didst earn
By soretried faith, thine Immortality!
Sorrow and Suffering bear a meaning high,
And are but veilëd Blessings, tho' in stern
And unseductive garb their worth we learn:
They are Heavensguests, who, welcomed heartily,
A Blessing leave behind, unknown before.
Such did they prove to thee, their noble host,
For from their Lips thou learnd'st a mightier Lore
Than Earth's cold, proud Philosophy can boast:
A balm against all ills, all fond hopes lost,
Its worth the more 'twas used, still growing more!
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