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// Act 2: Pilgrim's Progress 
// Story: The Night is Passing 
// by Cynewulf 
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Act II

Pilgrim’s Progress

or

Darkness Visible







At once as far as Angels kenn he views
The dismal Situation waste and wilde, 
A Dungeon horrible, on all sides round
As one great Furnace flam'd, yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible
Serv'd onely to discover sights of woe,
Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace 
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all; but torture without end…

        ...Farewell happy Fields
Where Joy for ever dwells: Hail horrours, hail 
Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell
Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings
A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time.
The mind is its own place, and in it self
Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
~Paradise Lost by John Milton, Book I