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?

Deep versed in books and shallow in himself.

Deep versed in books and shallow in himself.

Though throned in highest bliss
Equal to God, and equally enjoying
God-like fruition.

Though throned in highest bliss
Equal to God, and equally enjoying
God-like fruition.

For never can true reconcilement grow,
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.

For never can true reconcilement grow,
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.

Adam, well may we labour, still to dress
This garden, still to tend plant, herb, and flower.

Adam, well may we labour, still to dress
This garden, still to tend plant, herb, and flower.