Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour:

England hath need of thee: she is a fen

Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, (more…)

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,

The holy time is quiet as a Nun

Breathless with adoration; the broad sun

Is sinking down in its tranquility; (more…)

Thou, wha in the heavens dost dwell,

Wha, as it pleases best thysel’,

Sends ane to heaven and ten to hell, A’ for thy glory,

And no for ony guid or ill

They’ve done afore thee!

I bless and praise thy matchless might, (more…)