John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
John Milton
BLESS'D is the man who hath not walk'd astray
In counsel of the wicked, and ith'way
Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat
Of scorners hath not sate. But in the great
Jehovahs Law is ever his delight,
And in his law he studies day and night.
He shall be as a tree which planted grows
By watry streams, and in his season knows
To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall.
And what he takes in hand shall prosper all.
Not so the wicked, but as chaff which fann'd
The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand
In judgment, or abide their tryal then
Nor sinners in th'assembly of just men.
For the Lord knows th'upright way of the just
And the way of bad men to ruine must.