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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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John Milton·1608–1674
hen such music sweetTheir hearts and ears did greetAs never was by mortal finger strook, 95Divinely-warbled voiceAnswering the stringed noise,As all their souls in blissful rapture took:The air, such pleasure loth to lose, 99With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close.