Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow? - John Milton

A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold,
And pavement stars — as starts to thee appear
Soon in the galaxy, that milky way
Which mightly as a circling zone thou seest
Powder'd wiht stars.

And chiefly Thou O Spirit, that dost prefer
Before all Temples th' upright heart and pure,
Instruct me, for Thou know'st; Thou from the first
Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread
Dove-like satst brooding on the vast Abyss
And mad'st it pregnant: What in me is dark
Illumine, what is low raise and support;
That to the highth of this great Argument
I may assert th' Eternal Providence,
And justifie the wayes of God to men.

His legions — Angel Forms, who lay entranced
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks