Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'n's joy, 
Sphere-born harmonious Sisters, Voice and Verse, 
Wed your divine sounds, and mixt power employ 
Dead things with inbreath'd sense able to pierce, 
And to our high-rais'd fantasy present 
That undisturbed Song of pure concent, 
Ay sung before that saphire-colour'd throne 
To Him that sits thereon 
With Saintly shout and solemn Jubilee, 
Where the bright Seraphim in burning row 
Their loud up-lifted Angel trumpets blow, 
And the Cherubic host in thousand choirs 
Touch their immortal Harps of golden wires, 
With those just Spirits that wear victorious Palms, 
Hymns devout and holy Psalms 
Singing everlastingly; 
That we on Earth with undiscording voice 
May rightly answer that melodious noise; 
As once we did, till disproportion'd sin 
Jarr'd against Nature's chime, and with harsh din 
Broke the fair music that all creatures made 
To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'd 
In first obedience, and their state of good. 
And keep in tune with Heav'n, till God ere long 
To His celestial consort us unite, 
To live with Him, and sing in endless morn of light.