Immortal amarant, a flower which once In paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom; but soon for man's offence To heaven removed, where first it grew, there grows, And flowers aloft, shading the fount of life, And where the river of bliss through midst of heaven Rolls o'er elysian flowers her amber stream: With these that never fade the spirits elect Bind their resplendent locks.

What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support, That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men. 1 Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 22.

Sole reigning holds the tyranny of Heav'n.

Hail holy light, offspring of heav'n firstborn!

They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy.

Our cure, to be no more; sad cure!

There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.