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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
That stone, or like to that which here below
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.
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