Maxioms by John Milton
O welcome pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!
O welcome pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!
Ring out ye crystal spheres!
Once bless our human ears,
If ye have power to touch our read more
Ring out ye crystal spheres!
Once bless our human ears,
If ye have power to touch our senses so;
And let your silver chime
Move in melodious time,
And let the bass of Heaven's deep organ blow;
And with your ninefold harmony
Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin
Surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.
Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin
Surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.
No mighty trance, or breathed spell
Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
No mighty trance, or breathed spell
Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
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.
