Here you will find the Poem Upon the Circumcision of poet John Milton
Ye flaming Powers, and wingèd Warriors bright, That erst with music, and triumphant song, First heard by happy watchful Shepherds? ear, So sweetly sung your joy the clouds along, Through the soft silence of the listening night,? Now mourn; and if sad share with us to bear Your fiery essence can distill no tear, Burn in your sighs, and borrow Seas wept from our deep sorrow, He who with all Heaven?s heraldry whilere Entered the world, now bleeds to give us ease. Alas! how soon our sin Sore doth begin His infancy to seize! O more exceeding Love, or Law more just? Just Law indeed, but more exceeding Love! For we, by rightful doom remediless, Were lost in death, till He, that dwelt above High-throned in secret bliss, for us frail dust Emptied his glory, even to nakedness; And that great Covenant which we still transgress Intirely satisfied, And the full wrath beside Of vengeful Justice bore for our excess, And seals obedience first with wounding smart This day; but oh! ere long, Huge pangs and strong Will pierce more near his heart.