All-hallow’d Milton! Though thine earthly eyes
Were dark as in the unillumined night,
Yet thy rapt fancy soar’d beyond the skies,
Undazzled, e’er by Heaven’s all-radiant light:
No earthly objects could impede the flight; 5
For unto thee was given visions fair
Of man, fresh from his Maker, ere the blight
Of sin had fallen on the happy pair
Who dwelt in Eden, God’s especial care.
Thou lived in troubled times, immortal bard!— 10
In times when there was need of such as thee—
And we rejoice to know thou labour’d hard
For thine own “mountain nymph, sweet Liberty,”
And now hast gain’d of Fame “exceeding great reward.”
‘Peter Proletarius’ aka George Markham Tweddell
[Tweddell’s Yorkshire Miscellany, p. 334, July 1846]
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