John Milton

Servant of God, well done, well hast thou fought
The better fight.

Servant of God, well done, well hast thou fought
The better fight.

But let my due feet never fail
To walk the studious cloisters pale,
And love the high read more

But let my due feet never fail
To walk the studious cloisters pale,
And love the high embowed roof,
With antique pillars massy proof,
And storied windows richly dight;
Casting a dim religious light.

Direct
The clasping ivy where to climb.

Direct
The clasping ivy where to climb.

The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a
Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.

The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a
Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.

Or stars of morning, dew-drops which the sun
Impearls on every leaf and every flower.

Or stars of morning, dew-drops which the sun
Impearls on every leaf and every flower.