Poem 182 – Patron of Liberty

Patron of liberty, who more than thou
Once fawned, and cringed, and servilely adored
Heaven’s awful monarch?

Milton, Paradise Lost, Book IV, 958-960

Hail all ye angels to the Lord our God,
Heaven’s awful monarch, and watch Satan,
The adversary, cringe to hear him come.
Listen to the thunder roar at a whisper from his lips,
Hearken to the power stored in his unseen fingertips.
Praise his power and magnificence, rejoice in his dreadful might,
And sneer at those who flee from him when he lifts his hand to smite
The ungodly; but welcome those who fearing his wrath
Join us in our song
Praising the omnipotent God on high, Heaven’s awful monarch.


Dear readers,

I hope that you like this poem. The title quote is one I find fantastic – the Patron of Liberty is a title granted to Satan, not God, as one might expect. Satan claims to love liberty, but the angels remind him that while he was still in heaven, he was the first of the angels, and first to praise God. A strange universe, Milton’s.

Kind regards,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic


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