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Standing on Earth, not rapt above the Skies,
More safe I sing with mortal Voice, unchang'd
To hoarse or mute; tho' fallen on evil Days,
On evil Days tho' fallen, and evil Tongues!
In Darkness, and with Dangers compass'd round,
And Solitude;—yet not alone, whilst Thou
Visit'st my Slumbers nightly, or when Morn
Purples the East, still govern thou my Song,
Urania! and fit Audience find, tho' few!
Milton, Book VII.
More safe I sing with mortal Voice, unchang'd
To hoarse or mute; tho' fallen on evil Days,
On evil Days tho' fallen, and evil Tongues!
In Darkness, and with Dangers compass'd round,
And Solitude;—yet not alone, whilst Thou
Visit'st my Slumbers nightly, or when Morn
Purples the East, still govern thou my Song,
Urania! and fit Audience find, tho' few!
Milton, Book VII.
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