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  • louise
    In search of John Milton Hear my plea, mighty Jove, Nothing but paltry words, Poor, tear-washed words, The silent weeping of an English child, Fragments from a
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      In search of John Milton

      Hear my plea, mighty Jove,
      Nothing but paltry words,
      Poor, tear-washed words,
      The silent weeping of an English child,
      Fragments from a country's night
      Sewed together by a trembling hand
      Through the dark daylight.
      Overwhelmed, overborne, all outnumbered,
      Hear me, my father, help me forget,
      Help me to walk away from the unbeliever,
      The scorner and the spiv,
      Save my broken nation.
      What could I give,
      Only my sanity,
      Only my truth,
      Empty hands.
      These are my own
      Unpierced, unbloody.
      They took my golden bow,
      They scattered my arrows.
      What should I desire, or
      Where should I stay?
      Let them build Jerusalem.
      Let the pagans pay.
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