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He Heav'n of Heavens and all the Powers therein 390
By thee created, and by thee threw down
Th’aspiring Dominations : thou that day
Thy Father's dreadful Thunder didst not spare,
Nor stop thy fiaming Chariot wheels, that shook
Heav'ns evertasting Frame, while o'er the necks 395
Thou drov'ft of warring Angels disarraid.
Back from pursuit thy Powers with loud acclaime
Thee only. extolld, Son of thy Father's might,
To execute fierce vengeance on his foes,
Not so on Man; him thro' their malice fall'n, 460
Father of Mercy and Grèce, thu didst not doome
So ftri&tly, but much more to pity encline :
No sooner did thy dear and only Son
Perceive thee purpos'd not to doom frail Man
So strictly, but much more to pity enclin'd, 4°5
He to appease thy wrauth, and end the Strife
Of Mercy and Justice in thy face discern'd,
Regardless of the Bliss wherein he fat
Second to thee, offer'd himself to die
For man's offence. O unexampi'd love, 410
Love no where to be found les than Divine!
Hail Son of God, Saviour of Men, thy Name
Shall be the copious matter of my Song.
Henceforth, and never shall my harp thy praise
Forget, nor from thy Father's praise disjoyr. 415

Thus they in Heav'n, above the Rarry Spleas,
Their happy hours in joy and hymning (pca.
Mean while upon the firm opacous Globe
Of this round World, whose first convex divides

The luminous inferior Orbs, enclos’d

From Chaos and th' inroad of Darkness old,
Satan alighted walks : a Globe far off
It seem'd, now seems a boundless Continent
Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of Night
Starless expos’d, and ever-threatníng storms 425
Of Chaos bluftring round, inclement skie,
Save on that side which from the wall of Heav'n
Though distant far some small reflection gains
Of glimmering air less vext with tempest loud:
Here walk'd the Fiend at large in spacious field. 43
As when a Vultur on Imaus bred,
Whofe snowy ridge the roving Tartar bounds,
Dislodging from a Region scarce of prey
To gorge the flesh of Lambs and yeanling Kids
On Hills where Flocks are fed, flies toward the Springs
Of Ganges or H;daspes, Indian streams ;
But in his way lights on the barren Plains
of Sericand, where Chinefes drive
With Sails and Wind their cany Waggons light:
So on this windy Sea of Land, the Fiend

Walk'd up and downe alone bent on his prey,
Alone, for other Creature in this place
Living or liveless to be found was none,
None yet, but store hereafter from the earth
Up hit her like Aereal vapours flew

Of all things transitory and vain, when Sin
With vanity had filld the works of men:
Both all things vain, and all who in vain things.
Built their fond hopes of Glory or lasting fame,


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Or happiness in this or th’ other life; All who have their reward on Earth, the fruits Of painful Superstition and blind Zeal, Naught secking but the praise of men, here find Fit retribution, empty as their deeds ; All th’unaccomplisht works of Nature's hand, 455 Abortive, monftrous, or unkindly mixt, Dissolvid on Earth, Acet hither, and in vain, Till final diffolution, wander here, Not in the neighb'ring Moon, as some have dream'd; Those argent Fields more likely habitants, 460 Translated Saints, or middle Spirits hold Betwixt th’Angelical and Human kind : Hither of ill-joyn’d Sons and Daughters born First from the ancient World those Giants came With many a yain exploit, tho'then renown'd; 465 The builders next of Babel on the Plain Of Sennaar, and still with vain design New Babels, had they wherewithall, would build: Others came fingle; he who to be deem'd A God, leap'd fondly into Ætna flames, Empedocles, and he who to enjoy Plato's Elysium, leap'd into the Sea; Cleombrotus, and many more too long, Embryo's and Idiots,. Eremits and Friars White, Black, and Grey, with all their trumpery. 475 Here Pilgrims roam, that stray'd so far to seek In Golgotha him dead, who lives in Heav'n; And they who to be sure of Paradise Dying put on the weeds of Dominica


Or in Franciscan think to pass disguis’d; 486
They pats the Planets seven, and pass the fixt,
And that Crystalline Sphere whose ballance weighs
The Trepidation talkt, and that first mov'd ;
And now Saint Peter at Heav'ns Wicker seems
To wait them with his Keys, and now at foot 485
of Heav'ns ascent they lift their Feet, when loe
A violent cross wind from either Coast
Blows them transverse ten thousand Leagues awry
Into the devious Air ; then might ye see
Cowles, Hoods and Habits with their wearers toft
And flutter'd into Rags, then Reliques, Beads, 491
Indulgences, Dispentes, Pardons, Bulls,
The sport of Winds: all these upwhirld aloft
Fly o’er the backlide of the World far off
Into a Limbo large and broad, since callid
The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown
Long after, now unpeopl’d, and untrod;
All this dark Globe the Fiend found as he passid,
And long he wander'd, till at last a gleame
Of dawning light turn'd thither-ward in haste sco
His travelld steps; far distant he descries
Ascending by degrees magnificent
Up to the wall of Heav'n a Stru&ure high,
At top whereof, but far more rich, appear’d
The work as of a Kingly Palace Gate 305
With Frontispiece of Diamond and Gold
Imbellisht, thick with sparkling orient Gems
The Portal fhon, inimitable on Earth
By Model, or by lading Pencil drawn.


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The Stairs were such as whereon Jacob law SIO
Angels ascending and 'descending, bands
Of Guardians bright, when he from Efuu Aed
To Padan-Aram in the field of Luz,
Dreaming by night under the open skie,
And waking cry'd, This is the Gate of Heav'n:
Each Stair mysteriously was meant, nor food
There always, but drawn up to Heav 'n sometimes
Viewless, and underneath a bright Sea Alow'd
Of Jasper, or of liquid Pearl, whereon
Who after came from Earth, sayling arriv'd, $20
Wafted by Angels, or few o'er the Lake
Rapt in a Chariot drawn by fiery Steeds.
The Stairs were then let down, whether to dare
The Fiend by easie ascent, ot aggravate
His fad excluGion from the dores of Bliss.

Direct against which open'd from beneath,
Just o'er the blissful seat of Paradise,
A passage down to th’Earth, a passage wide
Wider by far than that of after-times
Over Mount Sion, and, though that were large, 530
Over the Promis'd Land to God so dear,
By which, to visit oft those happy Tribes,
On high behefts his Angels to and fro
Pass’d frequent, and his eye with choice regard,
From Paneas the fount of Jordan's floud

To Beersaba, where the Holy Land
Borders on Agypt and th’ Arabian fore;
So wide the op'ning seem'd, where bounds were set
To darkness, such as bound the Ocean wave.

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