-*-Paradise Lost-*-

diamondgypsy

~spm gypsy~
Paradise Lost

Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit​
Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste​
Brought death into the world, and all our woe,​
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man​
Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,​
Sing, Heav'nly Muse, that, on the secret top​
Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire​
That shepherd who first taught the chosen seed​
In the beginning how the Heav'ns and Earth​
Rose out of Chaos; or, if Sion hill​
Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flow'd​
Fast by the oracle of God, I thence​
Invoke thy aid to my advent'rous song,​
That with no middle flight intends to soar​
Above th' Aonian mount, while it pursues​
Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.​
And chiefly thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer​
Before all temples th' upright heart and pure,​
Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first​
Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread,​
Dovelike sat'st brooding on the vast abyss,​
And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark​
Illumine; what is low, raise and support;​
That, to the height of this great argument,​
I may assert Eternal Providence,​
And justify the ways of God to men.​

~John Milton~​
 
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