These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of bliss on bliss. |
They also serve who only stand and wait. |
This is the month and this the happy morn. |
This is the month, and this the happy morn, wherein the Son of heaven's eternal King, of wedded Maid and Virgin Mother born, our great redemption from above did bring. |
Those graceful acts, those thousand decencies, that daily flow from all her words and actions, mixed with love and sweet compliance, which declare unfeigned union of mind, or in us both one soul. |
Thou O Spirit, that dost prefer Before all Temples th' upright heart and pure |
Though we take from a covetous man all his treasure, he has yet one jewel left; you cannot bereave him of his covetousness. |
Thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait |
Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers. |
Through the palpable obscure find out / His uncouth way. |
Thus Belial, with words clothed in reason's garb, counseled ignoble ease, and peaceful sloth, not peace. |
Thus with the year / Seasons return, but not to me returns / Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, / Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, / Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine. |
Till morning fair / Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice grey. |
Till old experience do attain / To something like prophetic strain. |
Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold. |