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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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Are called to reign for me when I am gone.

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T.S. Eliot·1888–1965·modernist literature
bove your fellows, — you who hold a curseOr blessing in the hollow of your hand, — Say you will loose that hand from fellowship,Let go the rescuing rope, hurl all the tribes,Children and countless beings yet to come,Down from the upward path of light and joy,Back to the dark and marshy wildernessWhere life is naught but blind tenacity