Daughters of Beulah! Muses who inspire the Poet's Song, br Record the journey of immortal Milton thro' your realms br Of terror and mild moony lustre, in soft Sexual delusions br Of varièd beauty, to delight the wanderer, and repose br His burning thirst and freezing hunger! Come into my hand, br By your mild power descending down the nerves of my right arm br From out the portals of my Brain, where by your ministry br The Eternal Great Humanity Divine planted His Paradise, br And in it caus'd the Spectres of the Dead to take sweet form br In likeness of Himself.