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Satan from hence now on the lower ftair

540 That scal'd by steps of Gold to Heav'n Gate Looks down with wonder at the sudden view Of all this World at once. As when a Scout Through dark and desart ways with peril gone All night; at last by break of chearful dawne 545 Obtains the brow of some high-climbing Hill, Which to his eye discovers unaware The goodly prospect of some foreign land First seen, or some renown'd Metropolis Fith glistering Spires and Pinnacles adorn'd which now the rising Sun gilds with his beams. Such wonder seis'd, though after Heaven seen, The Spirit maligne, but much more envy leis'd At light of all this world beheld so fair.' Round he surveys, and well might, where he stood So high above the circling Canopie

Ss6 Of Nights extended fhade ; from Eastern Point Of Libra to the fleecie Star that bears Andromeda far off Atlantic Seas Beyond th’Horizon; then from Pole to Pole

560 He views in breadth; and without longer paufe Down right into the Worlds first Region throws His flight precipitant, and windes with ease Through the pure marble Air his oblique way Amongst innumerable Stars, that shon

555 Stars diftant, but nigh hand seem’d other Worldss Or other Worlds they seem’d, or happy Illes, Like those Hesperian Gardens fam'd of old, Fortunate Fields, and Groves and flowry Vales,

Thrice happy Isles, but who dwelc happy there 570
He stay'd not to enquire : above them all
The golden Sun in fplendor likest Heav'n
Allur'd his eye: Thither his course he bends
Through the calm Firmament; but up or down
By center, or eccentric, hard to tell,

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Or Longitude, where the great Luminary
Aloof the vulgar Constellations thick,
That from his Lordly eye keep distance due,
Dispentes light from far; they as they move
Their starry Dance in numbers that compute 580
Days, months and years, towards his all-charming
Turn swift their various motions or are turn’d [Lamp
By his Magnetic beam, that gently warms
The Universe, and to each inward part
With gentle penetration, though unseen, 585
Shoots invisible virtue even to the deep;
So wondrously was set his Station bright.
There lands the Fiend, a spot like which perhaps
Aftronomer in the Sun's lucent Orb
Through his glaz’d Optick Tube yet never saw.590
The place he found beyond expression bright,
Compar'd with aught on Earth, Medal or Stone;
Not all parts like, but all alike inform’d.
With radiant Light, as glowing Iron with fire;
If metal, part seem'd Gold, part Silver clear; SIS
If itone, Carbuncle moft or Chrysolite,
Rubie or Topaz, to the Twelve that hon
In Aaron's Brest-plate, and a stone besides
Imagin'd rather oft than elsewhere seen,

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That stone, or like to that which here below
Philosophers in vain so long have sought,
In vain, thou, h by their powerful Art they binde
Volatil Hermes, and call up unbound
In various shapes old Proteus from the Sea,
Drain d through a Limbec to his Native form. 605
What wonder then if fields and regions here
Breathe forth Elixir pure, and Rivers run
Potable Gold, when with one virtuous touch
Th’Arch-chimic Sun so far from us remote
Produces with Terrestrial Humor mixt

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Here in the dark so many precious things
Of colour glorious and effect so rare?
Here matter new to gaze the Devil met
Undazid, far and wide his eye commands,
For fight no obstacle found here, nor shade,
But all Sun-fhine, as when his Beains at Noon
Culminate from th’Aquators as they now
Shot upward still direct, whence no way round
Shadow from body opaque can fall, and the Air,
No where so clear, sharp’nd his visual ray
To objects distant far, whereby he soon
Saw within kenn a giorious Angel stand,
The fame whom Folm saw also in the Sun:
His back was turn'd, but not his brightness hid;
of beaming sunnie Raies, a golden tiar

625 Circl'd his Head, nor less his Locks behind Illustrious on his Shoulders fledge with wings Lay waving round; on some great charge imploy'd He seem’d, or fixt in cogitation deep.

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Glad was the Spirit impure as now in hope 630 To find who might direct his wandring flight To Paradise the happy seat of Man, His journies end and our beginning woe. But first he cafts to change his proper shape, Which else might work him danger or delay : 635 And now a Atripling Cherube he appears, Not of the prime, yet such as in his face Youth smild Celestial, and to every Limb Surable grace

diffus'd, so well he feign’d; Under a Coronet, his flowing haire In curles on either cheek plaid, wings he wore Of many a colour'd plume sprinkld with Gold, His Habit fit for speed succinct, and held Before his decent steps a Silver wand. He drew not nigh unheard, the Angel bright, 645 E'er he drew nigh, his radiant visage turn'd, Admonisht by his ear, and strait was known Th’Arch-Angel Uriel, one of the seav'n Who in God's presence, nearest to his Throne Stand ready to command, and are his Eyes 650 That run thro'all the Heav'ns, or down to th' Earth Eear his swift errands over moist and dry, O'er Sea and Land: bim Satan thus accofts;

Vriel, for thou of those seav'n Spirits that stand In light of God's high Throne, gloriously bri_ht, The first art wont his great authentic will 656 Interpreter through highest Heav'n to bring Where all his Sons thy Emballie attend; And here art likelieft by supream decree

Like honour to obtain, and as his Eye

660 To visit oft this new Creation round; Unfpeakable desire to see, and know All these his wondrous works, but chiefly Man, His chief delight and favour, him for whom All these his works so wondrous he ordain’d, 665 Hath brought me from the Quires of Cherubim Alone thus wandring. Brightest Seraplı tell In which of all these thining Orbes hath Man His fixed seat, or fixed seat hath none, But all these shining Orbes his choice to dwell; 670 That I may find him, and with secret gaze, Or open admiration him behold On whom the great Creator hath bestow'd Worlds, and on whom hathrall these graces powr'd; That both in him and all things, as is mcet, 675 The Universal Maker we may praise ; Who juftly hath driv’n out his Rebell Foes To deepest Hell, and to repair their loss Created this new happy Race of Men To serve him better: wise are all his wayes.

So spake the false dissenbler unperceiv'd; For neither Man nor Angel can discern Hypocrisie, the only evil that walks Invisible, except to God alone, By his permissive will, through Heav'n and Earı h: And of though wisdom wake, suspicion Necps 686 At wisdoni's Gate, and to simplicitic Resigns her charge, while Goodness i hinks no ill Where no ill seems: Which now for once beguil'd

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