The Life of John Milton with Conjectures on the Origin of Paradise Lost. By William Hailey [i.e. Hayley] |
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CHORUS of Angels
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CHORUS of Angels singing the Glory of GOD.
To Heav'n's bright lyre let Iris be the bow,Adapt the spheres for chords, for notes the stars,
Let new-born gales discriminate the bars,
Nor let old time to measure times be slow.
Hence to new music of the eternal lyre
Add richer harmony, and praise to praise,
For him, who now his wond'rous might displays,
And shows the universe its awful sire,
O thou, who ere the world, or heav'n, was made,
Didst in thyself that world, that heav'n enjoy,
How does thy bounty all its powers employ,
What inexpressive good hast thou displayed.
O thou, of sov'reign love almighty source,
Who know'st to make thy works thy love express,
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And give the heart and hand a kindred force.
Then shalt thou hear, how, when the world begun,
Thy life producing voice gave myriads birth,
Call'd forth from nothing all in heav'n and earth,
Bless'd in thy light as eagles in the sun.
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