Fragment of an Intended Poem on Milton, Written in the Copy of Paradise Lost Which Belonged to Wordsworth at Cambridge

On Religion's holy hill
He built an altar, and the fire from heaven
Came down upon it. Round the growing flames
That filled the sense with fragrance gently rose
Soft sounds and [ ] and all the while were heard
Airs of high melody from solemn harp
And Voice of Angel in accordance sweet.
Anon the trump of God, with dreadful blast
Rocked all the mountain; on their flashing clouds
The silent cherubs trembled; undismayed
Stood the blind prophet and cetera desunt
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