This is the month, and this the happy morn, wherein the Son of heavens eternal King, of wedded Maid and Virgin Mother born, our great redemption from above did bring. – John Milton
When the waves are round me breaking,
As I pace the deck alone,
And my eye in vain is seeking
Some green leaf to rest upon;
What would not I give to wander
Where my old companions dwell?
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Isle of Beauty, fare thee well! – John Milton
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