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John Milton

Say, Heavenly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein 15

Afford a present to the Infant God?

Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain,

To welcome him to this his new abode,

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An Evangelist's Wife

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Why am I not myself these many days,You ask? And have you nothing more to ask?I do you wrong? I do not hear your praiseTo God for giving you me to share your task? "Jealous -- of Her? Because her cheeks are pink,And she has eyes? No, not if she had seven.If you should only steal an hour to think,Sometime, there might be less to be forgiven. "No, you are never cruel. If once or twiceI found you so, I could applaud and sing.Jealous of -- What? You are not very wise.Does not the good Book tell you anything? "In David's time poor Michal had to go.Jealous of God? Well, if you like it so."