And These Gems Of Heav'n, Her Starry

The Great Creator From His Work Returned Magnificent, His Six Days' Work, A World.

A Dungeon Horrible, On All Sides Round, As One Great Furnace, Flamed; Yet From Those Flames No Light, But Rather Darkness Visible Serv'd Only To Discover Sights Of Woe, Regions Of Sorrow, Doleful Shades, Where Peace And Rest Can Never Dwell, Hope Never Comes That Comes To All; But Torture Without End.

Th'invention All Admir'd, And Each, How He To Be Th'inventor Miss'd; So Easy It Seem'd Once Found, Which Yet Unfound Most Would Have Thought Impossible.

Imparadis'd In One Another's Arms.

Arm The Obdured Breast With Stubborn Patience As With Triple Steel.