Where the bright seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel trumpets blow.

John Milton
Where the bright seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted...
Where the bright seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted...
Where the bright seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted...
Where the bright seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted...
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The image of angels blowing trumpets is a powerful one. It’s the image of mighty beings, with wings outstretched, standing on high. It’s the picture of angels, bright seraphim, sent by God to announce His presence and goodness. It’s also the picture of people who are filled with goodness and light, people who are part of God’s heavenly host.

When the seraphim blow their trumpets, they make their presence felt in the world. They help to bring enlightenment.

Source: The Complete Poetry

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