Status Updates From Paradise Lost and Other Poems

"We in our appointed work employed // Have finished, happy in our mutual help // And mutual love, the crown of all our bliss // Ordained by thee..."

The dismal situation waste and wild // A dungeon horrible, on all sides round // As one great furnace flamed, yet from those flames // No light, but rather darkness visible // Served only to discover sights of woe

my jaw has been on the floor the whole time i've been reading this (and i'm only understanding a third of this at best)