These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair ; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare... Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books - Page 107 by John Milton - 1899 - 372 pages Full view -
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