And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced choir below, In service high, and anthems clear As may, with sweetness, through mine ear Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all heaven before mine eyes.
John MiltonThere swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.
John Milton