If This Fail, The Pillar'd Firmament Is

The Timely Dew Of Sleep Now Falling With Soft Slumb'rous Weight Inclines Our Eyelids.

The Redundant Locks, Robustious To No Purpose, Clustering Down--vast Monument Of Strength.

Say, Heavenly Pow'rs, Where Shall We Find Such Love? Which Of Ye Will Be Mortal To Redeem Man's Mortal Crime, And Just Th' Unjust To Save.

But Infinite In Pardon Is My Judge.

Pandemonium, The High Capital Of Satan And His Peers.