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Raphael continues to relate how Michael

and Gabriel were sent forth to buttel against Satan and his Angels. The first Fight describd: Satan and his Powers retire under Night: Hocalls a Council, invents devilih Engines, which in the second days Fight put Michael and his Angels to jome diforder; but they at length puling up Muuntains overwhelm't both the force

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and Machins of Satan: Yet the Tumult not so ending, God on the third day sends Mefliah bis Son, for whom he had reserv'd the glory of that Vi&tory: He in the Power of his Father coming to the place, and causing all his Legions to stand still on either

side, with bis Chariot and

Thunder driving into the midst of his Enemies, pursues them unable to resist towards the wall of Heaven; which opening, they leap down with horreur and confusion into the place of punishment prepar'd for them in the Deep Messiah returns with trie umph to his Father.



LL night the dreadless Angel unpurfu’d

Thro' Heav'ns wide Champain held his way till Wak'd by the circling Hours, with rosie hand [Morn, Unbarr’d the gates of Light. There is a Cave Within the Mount of God, fast by the Throne, s Where light and darkness in perpetual round Lodge and dislodge by turns, which makes thro’Heav'n Grateful viciffitude, like Day and Night; Light issues forth, and at the other door Obsequious darkness enters, till her hour To veile the Heav'n, tho'darkness there might well Seem twilight here; and now went forth the Morn Such as in highest Heav'n, array'd in Gold Empyreal, from before her vanquisht Night, Shot thro' with orient Beams, when all the Plain IS Cover'd with thick embattl'd Squadrons bright, Chariots and faming and fiery Steeds Reflecting blaze on blaze, first meet his view : War he perceiv'd, war in procinct, and found Already known what he for news had thought 20 To have reported: gladly then he mixt Among those friendly Powers who him receiv'd With joy and acclamations loud, that one That of so many Myriads falln, yet one Return'd not loft: On to the sacred hill

25 They led him high applauded, and present Before the scat supream; from whence a voice From midst a Golden Cloud thus mild was heard.

Servant of God, well done, well halt thou fought

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