John Milton

Judith Cowper Madan, in "The Progress of Poetry" 1721; London Magazine (1759) 156.

Immortal MILTON, hail! whose lofty strain,
With conscious strength does vulgar themes disdain;
Sublime ascended thy superior soul,
Where neither light'nings flash nor thunders roll;
Where other suns drink deep th' eternal ray,
And thence to other worlds transmit the day;
Where high in aether conscious planets move,
And various moons attendant round them rove.
O bear me to those soft delightful scenes,
Where shades far spreading boast immortal greens,
Where Paradise unfolds her fragrant flow'rs,
Her sweets unfading and celestial bow'rs;
Where Zephyr breathes amid the blooming wild,
Gentle as nature's infant beauty smil'd;
Where gaily reigns one ever-laughing spring;
Eden's delights! which he alone could sing.
Yet not these scenes could bound his daring flight,
Born to the task he rose a nobler height.
While o'er the lyre his hallow'd singers fly;
Each wond'rous touch awakens raptures high,
Those glorious seats he boldly durst explore,
Where faith alone till then had pow'r to soar.