MILT ON's PARADISE LOST: N T W E L V E BOOKS. BOOK III, Ii A IL holy light, offspring of heav'n firft born ! Or of th' eternal coeternal beam ! May I exprefs thee unblam'd ? fince God is light, And never but in unapproached light, Dwelt from eternity ; dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright effence increate ! Or hear'ff thou rather pure ethereal Bream, Whole fountain who (hall tell ? before the fun, Before the heav'ns thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle didft inveft The riling world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and fotmlefs Infinite. Thee I re-vifit now with bolder wing, Efcap'd the Stygian pool, tho' long detai n'd. In that obfcure fojourn ; while in my flu lit Is Through ,.= i.issifir '
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