MILTON by Henrietta Cordelia Ray.

O, poet gifted with sight divine!

To thee t’was given Eden’s groves to pace
With that first pair in whom the human race
Their kinship claim: and angels did decline-
Great Michael, holy Gabriel-to twine
Their heavenly logic, through which thou couldst trace
The rich outpourings of celestial grace
Mingled with argument, around the shrine
Where thou didst linger, vision-rapt, intent
To catch the sacred mystery of Heaven.

Nor was thy longing vain; a soul resolved
To ponder truth supreme to thee was lent;
For thy not sightless eyes the veil was riv’n,
Redemption’s problem unto thee well solved . . .

Reference:
Henrietta Ray

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