John Milton

How often from the steep
Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard
Celestial voices to the read more

How often from the steep
Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard
Celestial voices to the midnight air,
Sole, or responsive each to other's note,
Singing their great Creator?

What boots it at one gate to make defence,
And at another to let in the foe?

What boots it at one gate to make defence,
And at another to let in the foe?

Without his rod revers'd,
And backward mutters of dissevering power.

Without his rod revers'd,
And backward mutters of dissevering power.

But wherefore thou alone? Wherefore with theeCame not all hell broke loose? Is pain to themLess pain, less to be read more

But wherefore thou alone? Wherefore with theeCame not all hell broke loose? Is pain to themLess pain, less to be fled, or thou than theyLess hardy to endure? Courageous chief,The first in flight from pain, hadst thou allegedTo thy deserted host this cause of flight,Thou surely hadst not come sole fugitive. - Paradise Lost.

The Pilot of the Galilean Lake.

The Pilot of the Galilean Lake.