John Milton

This is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King,
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This is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King,
Of wedded maid and virgin mother born,
Our great redemption from above did bring,
For so the holy sages once did sing,
That He our deadly forfeit should release,
And with His Father work us a perpetual peace.

They also serve who only stand and wait.

They also serve who only stand and wait.

Well observe
The rule of Not too much, by temperance taught
In what thou eat'st and drink'st.

Well observe
The rule of Not too much, by temperance taught
In what thou eat'st and drink'st.

Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial
To my proportion'd strength.

Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial
To my proportion'd strength.

O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still;
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O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still;
Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill
While the jolly hours lead on propitious May.