John Milton

From that high mount of God whence light and shade
Spring both, the face of brightest heaven had changed
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From that high mount of God whence light and shade
Spring both, the face of brightest heaven had changed
To grateful twilight.

Thus repuls'd, our final hope
Is flat despair.

Thus repuls'd, our final hope
Is flat despair.

That golden key
That opes the palace of eternity.

That golden key
That opes the palace of eternity.

Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep.

Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep.

Hail, holy light! offspring of heaven firstborn!
Or of th' eternal co-eternal beam,
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Hail, holy light! offspring of heaven firstborn!
Or of th' eternal co-eternal beam,
May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light
And never but in unapproached light
Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee,
Bright effluence of bright essence increate!