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AT A SOLEMN MUSICK
by John Milton
Blest pair of Sirenspledges of Heav'ns joy
Sphear-born harmonious SistersVoiceand Vers
Wed your divine soundsand mixt power employ
Dead things with inbreath' d sense able to pierce
And to our high-rais'd phantasie present
That undisturbed Song of pure content
Ay sung before the saphire-colour'd throne
To him that sits theron
With Saintly shoutand solemn Jubily
Where the bright Seraphim in burning row
Their loud up-lifted Angel trumpets blow
And the Cherubick host in thousand quires
Touch their immortal Harps of golden wires
With those just Spirits that wear victorious Palms
Hymns devout and holy Psalms
Singing everlastingly;
That we on Earth with undiscording voice
May rightly answer that melodious noise;
As once we didtill disproportion'd sin
Jarr'd against natures chimeand with harsh din
Broke the fair musick that all creatures made
To their great Lordwhose love their motion sway'd
In perfect Diapasonwhilst they stood
In first obedienceand their state of good.
O may we soon again renew that Song
And keep in tune with Heav'ntill God ere long
To his celestial consort us unite
To live with himand sing in endles morn of light. - -
THE END