thing in the world, they add thesis to thesis, without a moment's heed of the universal astonishment of the human race below, who do not comprehend their plainest argument; nor do they ever relent so much as to insert a popular or explaining sentence, nor testify the least displeasure or petulance at the dulness of their amazed auditory. The angels are so enamored of the language that is spoken in heaven that they will not distort their lips with the hissing and unmusical dialects of men, but speak their own, whether there be any who understand it or not. Give to barrows trays and pans Plant gardens lined with lilac sweet, The past restore, the day adorn Spy behind the city clock Retinues of airy kings, Skirts of angels, starry wings, His fathers shining in bright fables, His children fed at heavenly tables. And bend the exile to his fate, And, moulded of one element Teach him on these as stairs to climb Give to barrows trays and pans Plant gardens lined with lilac sweet, The past restore, the day adorn Spy behind the city clock Retinues of airy kings, Skirts of angels, starry wings, His fathers shining in bright fables, His children fed at heavenly tables. And bend the exile to his fate, And, moulded of one element |