Maxioms by John Milton
O welcome pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!
O welcome pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!
That stone, . . .
Philosophers in vain so long have sought.
That stone, . . .
Philosophers in vain so long have sought.
That golden key
That opes the palace of eternity.
That golden key
That opes the palace of eternity.
O Conscience, into what abyss of fears
And horrors hast thou driven me, out of which
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O Conscience, into what abyss of fears
And horrors hast thou driven me, out of which
I find no way, from deep to deeper plunged.
A smile that glow'd
Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
A smile that glow'd
Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
