THE TONGUE of England, that which myriads
Have spoken and will speak, were paralyz’d
Hereafter, but two mighty men stand forth
Above the flight of ages, two alone;
One crying out,
All nations spoke through me.
The other:
True; and through this trumpet burst God’s word; the fall of Angels, and the doom
First of immortal, then of mortal, Man.
Glory! be glory! not to me, to God.
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True; and through this trumpet burst God’s word; the fall of Angels, and the doom First of immortal, then of mortal, Man. Glory! be glory! not to me, to God. Poets are the spokemen of God especially Milton and Schakespeare. tony