Began to bloom; but soon for man's offer.ce
To Heaven removed, where first it grew, there grows And flowers aloft shading the fount of life,
And where the river of bliss through midst of Heaven Rolls o'er Elysian flowers her amber stream; With these that never fade the Spirits elect Bind their resplendent locks inwreathed with beams; Now in loose garlands thick thrown off, the bright Pavement, that like a sea of jasper shone, Impurpled with celestial roses smiled.
Then, crown'd again, their golden harps they took, 365 Harps ever tuned, that glittering by their side Like quivers hung, and with preamble sweet Of charming symphony they introduce Their sacred song, and waken raptures high; No voice exempt, no voice but well could join Melodious part, such concord is in Heaven. Thee, Father, first they sung Omnipotent, Immutable, Immortal, Infinite,
Eternal King; the Author of all being, Fountain of light, thyself invisible
Amidst the glorious brightness where thou sit st Throned inaccessible, but when thou shad'st The full blaze of thy beams, and, through a cloud Drawn round about thee like a radiant shrine, Dark with excessive bright thy skirts appear; Yet dazzle Heaven, that brightest Seraphim Approach not, but with both wings veil their eyes. Thee next they sang of all creation first, Begotten Son, Divine Similitude,
In whose conspicuous countenance, without cloud 38 Made visible, the Almighty Father shines, Whom clse no creature can behold; on thee Impress'd the effulgence of his glory abides,. Transfused on thee his ample Spirit rests. He Heaven of Heavens and all the Powers therein By thee created; and by thee threw down The aspiring Dominations Thou that day
Thy Father's dreadful thunder didst not spare, Nor stop thy flaming chariot wheels, that sl. ook Heaven's everlasting frame, while o'er the necks 334 Thou drovest of warring Angels disarray'd.
Back from pursuit thy Powers with loud acclaim Thee only extoll'd, Son of thy Father's might, To execute fierce vengeance on his foes,
Not so on Man: Him through their malice fallen, 400 Father of mercy and grace, thou didst not doom So strictly, but much more to pity incline. No sooner did thy dear and only Son Perceive thee purposed not to doom frail Man So strictly, but much more to pity inclined, He to appease thy wrath, and end the strife Of mercy and justice in thy face discern'd, Regardless of the bliss wherein he sat Second to thee, offer'd himself to die
For Man's offence. O unexampled love, Love no where to be found less than Divine ! Hail, Son of God, Saviour of Men! Thy naine Shall be the copious matter of my song Henceforth, and never shall my heart thy praise Forget, nor from thy Father's praise disjoin.
Thus they in Heaven, above the starry sphere, Their happy hours in joy and hymning spent. Meanwhile upon the firm opacous globe
Of this round world, whose first convex divides The luminous inferior orbs, enclosed
From Chaos and the inroad of Darkness old,
Satan alighted walks: a globe far off
It seem'd, row seems a boundless continent
Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of Night Starless exposed, and ever threatening stormis Of Chaos blustering round, inclement sky; Save on that side which from the wall of Heaven, Though distant far, some sinal reflection gains Of glimmering air less vex'd with tempest loud: Hur walk'd the Fiend at large in spacious field 430
As when a vulture on Imaus bred,
Whose snowy ridge the roving Tartar bounds, Dislodging from a region scarce of prey
To gorge the flesh of lambs or yeanling kids,
On hills where flocks are fed, flies toward the springs Of Ganges or Hydaspes, Indian streams;
But in his way lights on the barren plains
Of Sericana, where Chineses drive
With sails and wind their cany waggons light. So, on this windy sea of land, the Fiend
Walk'd up and down alone, bent on his prey; Alone, for other creature in this place, Living or lifeless, to be found was none;
None yet, but store hereafter from the earth Up hither like aerial vapours flew
Of all things transitory and vain, when sin With vanity had fill'd the works of men: Both all things vain, and all who on`vain things Built their fond hopes of glory or lasting fame, Or happiness in this or the other life;
All who have their reward on earth, the fruits Of painful superstition and blind zeal, Nought seeking but the praise of men, here find Fit retribution, empty as their deeds;
All the unaccomplish'd works of Nature's hand, Abortive, monstrous, or unkindly mix'd,
Dissolved on earth, fleet hither, and in vain, Till final dissolution, wander here;
Not in the neighbouring moon as some have dream'd
Those argent fields more likely habitants, Translated Saints, or middle Spirits hold
Hither of ill join'd sons and daughters born
Betwixt the angelical and human kind.
First from the ancient world those giants came
With many a vain exploit, though then renowrd 46k The builders next of Babel on the plain
Of Sennaar, and still with vain design,
New Babels, had they wherewithal, would build
Others came single; 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, Embryos, and idiots, eremites, and friars White, black, and gray, with all their trumpery Here pilgrims roam, that stray'd so far to seek In Golgotha him dead who lives in Heaven; And they who, to be sure of Paradise, Dying, put on the weeds of Dominic, Or in Franciscan think to pass disguised; They pass the planets seven, and pass the fix'd, And that crystalline sphere whose balance weighs The trepidation talk'd, and that first moved; And now Saint Peter at Heaven's wicket seems To wait them with his keys, and now at foot Of Heaven's ascent they lift their feet, when lo A violent cross-wind from either coast Blows them transverse, ten thousand leagues awry Into the devious air: Then might ye see
Cowls, hoods, and habits, with their wearers, toss'd And flutter'd into rags; then reliques, beads, Indulgences, dispenses, pardons, bulls,
The sport of winds: All these, up-whirl'd aloft, Fly o'er the backside of the world far off
Into a Limbo large and broad, since call'd
The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown
Long after, now unpeopled and untrod.
All this dark globe the Fiend found as he pass'd, And long he wander'd, till at last a gleam Of dawning light turn'd thitherward in haste Ilis travel'd steps: far distant he descries Ascending by degrees magnificent
Up to the wall of Heaven a structure high; At top whereof, but far more rich, appear'd The work as of a kingly palace-gate, With frontispiece of diamond and gold
Embellish'd, thick with sparkling orient gems The portal shone, inimitable on earth
By medel, or by shading pencil drawn.
The stairs were such as whereon Jacob saw
Angels ascending and descending, bands Of guardians bright, when he from Esau fled To Padan-Aram, in the field of Luz Dreaming by night under the open sky,
And waking cried, This is the gate of Heaven. Ech stair mysteriously was meant, nor stood There always, but drawn up to Heaven sometiines Viewless; and underneath a bright sea flow'd Of jasper, or of liquid pearl, whereon Who after came from earth, sailing arrived Wafted by Angels, or flew o'er the lake
Wrapp'd in a chariot drawn by fiery steeds.
The stairs were then let down, whether to dare
The Fiend by easy ascent, or aggravate
His sad exclusion from the doors of bliss:
Direct against which open'd from beneath, Just o'er the blissful seat of Paradise,
A passage down to the Earth, a passage wide,
Wider by far than that of aftertimes
Over mount Sion, and, though that were large,
So wide the opening seem'd, where bounds were set To darkness, such as bound the ocean wave Satan from hence, now on the tower stair, That scaled by steps of gold to Heaven-gate, Looks down with wonder at the sudden view Of all this world at once. As when a scout, Through dark and desert ways with peril gone
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