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At A Solemn Musick

John Milton·1608–1674
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Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'ns joy,Sphear-born harmonious Sisters, Voice, and Vers,Wed your divine sounds, and mixt power employDead 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 throneTo him that sits theronWith Saintly shout, and solemn Jubily,Where the bright Seraphim in burning rowTheir loud up-lifted Angel trumpets blow,And the Cherubick host in thousand quiresTouch their immortal Harps of golden wires,With those just Spirits that wear victorious Palms,Hymns devout and holy PsalmsSinging everlastingly;That we on Earth with undiscording voiceMay rightly answer that melodious noise;As once we did, till disproportion'd sinJarr'd against natures chime, and with harsh dinThe fair musick that all creatures madeTo their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'dIn perfect Diapason, whilst they stoodIn first obedience, and their state of good.O may we soon again renew that Song,And keep in tune with Heav'n, till God ere longTo his celestial consort us unite,To live with him, and sing in endles morn of light. Note: 6 content] Manuscript reads concent as does the SecondEdition; so that content is probably a misprint.