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UPON THE CIRCUMCISION
by John Milton -
Ye flaming Powersand winged Warriours bright
That erst with Musickand triumphant song
First heard by happy watchful Shepherds ear
So sweetly sung your Joy the Clouds along
Through the soft silence of the list'ning night;
Now mournand if sad share with us to bear
Your fiery essence can distill no tear
Burn in your sighsand borrow
Seas wept from our deep sorrow
He who with all Heav'ns heraldry whileare
Enter'd the worldnow bleeds to give us ease;
Alashow soon our sin
Sore doth begin
His Infancy to sease!
O more exceeding love or law more just?
Just law indeedbut more exceeding love!
For we by rightfull doom remediles
Were lost in deathtill he that dwelt above
High thron'd in secret blissfor us frail dust
Emptied his gloryev'n to nakednes;
And that great Cov'nant which we still transgress
Intirely satisfi'd
And the full wrath beside
Of vengeful Justice bore for our excess
And seals obedience first with wounding smart
This daybut O ere long
Huge pangs and strong
Will pierce more neer his heart. - -
THE END