He Touch'd The Tender Stops

The Planets In Their Station List'ning Stood.

What Call Thou Solitude? Is Not The Earth With Various Living Creatures, And The Air Replenished, And All These At Thy Command To Come And Play Before Thee?

I Was All Ear, And Took In Strains That Might Create A Soul Under The Ribs Of Death.

Gratitude Bestows Reverence, Allowing Us To Encounter Everyday Epiphanies.

So Dear To Heav'n Is Saintly Chastity, That When A Soul Is Found Sincerely So, A Thousand Liveried Angels Lackey Her, Driving Far Off Each Thing Of Sin And Guilt, And In Clear Dream And Solemn Vision Tell Her Of Things That No Gross Ear Can Hear, Till Oft Converse With Heav'nly Habitants Begin To Cast A Beam On Th' Outward Shape.