With a smile that glow'd Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
Heaven is for thee too high To know what passes there; be lowly wise. Think only what concerns thee and thy being; Dream not of other worlds, what creatures there Live, in what state, condition, or degree, Contented that thus far hath been revealed.
And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Pandemonium, the high capital Of Satan and his peers.
Heav'nly love shall outdoo Hellish hate
Accuse not nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine.