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.

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.

With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light.

With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light.

Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep.

Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep.

So sang they, and the empyrean rung
With Hallelujahs. Thus was Sabbath kept.

So sang they, and the empyrean rung
With Hallelujahs. Thus was Sabbath kept.