All Is Not Lost, The

The Best Apology Against False Accusers Is Silence.

Now Morn, Her Rosy Steps In Th' Eastern Clime Advancing, Sow'd The Earth With Orient Pearl, When Adam Wak'd, So Custom'd; For His Sleep Was Aery Light, From Pure Digestion Bred.

Satan; So Call Him Now, His Former Name Is Heard No More In Heaven.

His Form Had Yet Not Lost All Her Original Brightness, Nor Appear'd Less Than Archangel Ruin'd, And Th' Excess Of Glory Obscur'd.

Never Can True Reconcilement Grow Where Wounds Of Deadly Hate Have Pierced So Deep.