112 HEAVENLY MUSIC. And the cherubic host, in thousand quires, Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just spirits that wear victorious palms, Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly : That we, on earth, with undiscording voice, As once we did, till disproportioned sin Jarred against nature's chime, and with harsh din Broke the fair music that all creatures made To their great Lord, whose love their motion swayed In perfect diapason, whilst they stood In first obedience, and their state of good. Oh, may we soon again renew that song, And keep in tune with heaven, till God, ere long To his celestial concert us unite, To live with him, and sing in endless morn of night! MILTON. HEAVENLY MUSIC. UCH music sweet Their hearts and ears did greet, As never was by mortal finger strook : Answering the stringed noise, As all their souls in blissful rapture took: The air, such pleasure loth to lose, With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close! MILTON. HE hath risen up from her morning prayer, Hath kissed her sleeping sister's cheek, And breathed the blessing she might not speak, Lest the whisper should break the dream that smiled Round the snow-white brow of the sinless child. 114 A MORNING PICTURE. Her radiant lamb and her purpling dove In the morning calm, how clear and sweet; Ere the sun has warmed the dawning hours Then up the flow of the rocky rill She trips away to the pastoral hill; 'Tis a lonely glen! but the happy child Hath friends whom she meets in the morning wild, As on she trips, her native stream, Like her, hath awoke from a joyful dream, And glides away by her twinkling feet, With a face as bright and a voice as sweet. The lapwing, fearless of his nest, Stands looking round with his delicate crest; For a love-like joy is in his cry As he wheels, and darts, and glances by. Is the heron asleep on the silvery sand Of his little lake? Lo! his wings expand |