John Milton

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.

Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
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Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.
Hail, bounteous May, that doth inspire
Mirth, and youth, and warm desire;
Woods and groves are of thy dressing,
Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing,
Thus we salute thee with our early song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.

The gay motes that people the sunbeams.

The gay motes that people the sunbeams.

And, weaponless himself,
Made arms ridiculous.

And, weaponless himself,
Made arms ridiculous.

And God made two great lights, great for their use
To man, the greater to have rule by day,
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And God made two great lights, great for their use
To man, the greater to have rule by day,
The less by night, altern.