For the Trumpet of God is a blessed intelligence and so are all the instruments of Heaven.
For God the father Almighty plays upon the Harp of stupendous magnitude and melody.
For innumerable Angels fly out at every touch and his tune is a work of creation.
For at that time malignity ceases and the devils themselves are at peace.
For this time is perceptible to man by a remarkable stillness and serenity of soul.
-- Christopher Smart
(from The Religious Poetry,
edited by Marcus Walsh)
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