Visibly, what by Deity I am,
And in whose hand what by decree I do, Second Omnipotence! two days are passed, Two days, as we compute the days of Heaven, Since Michael and his Powers went forth to tame These disobedient. Sore hath been their fight, As likeliest was when two such foes met armed: For to themselves I left them; and thou know'st Equal in their creation they were formed, Save what sin hath impaired-which yet hath wrought
Insensibly, for I suspend their doom: Whence in perpetual fight they needs must last Endless, and no solution will be found.
War wearied hath performed what war can do, And to disordered rage let loose the reins, With mountains, as with weapons, armed;
Wild work in Heaven, and dangerous to the main.
Two days are therefore passed; the third is
For thee I have ordained it, and thus far Have suffered, that the glory may be thine Of ending this great war, since none but thou Can end it. Into thee such virtue and grace Immense I have transfused, that all may know In Heaven and Hell thy power above compare, And this perverse commotion governed thus, To manifest thee worthiest to be Heir Of all things to be Heir, and to be King By sacred unction, thy deserved right. Go, then, thou Mightiest, in thy Father's might; Ascend my chariot; guide the rapid wheels 711
The That shake Heaven's basis; bring forth all my Filial
Godhead My bow and thunder, my almighty arms, accepts Gird on, and sword upon thy puissant thigh; Pursue these Sons of Darkness, drive them out From all Heaven's bounds into the utter Deep ;
There let them learn, as likes them, to despise God, and Messiah his anointed King."
'He said, and on his Son with rays direct Shone full. He all his Father full expressed 720 Ineffably into his face received;
And thus the Filial Godhead answering spake :- "O Father, O Supreme of Heavenly Thrones,
First, Highest, Holiest, Best, thou always seek'st To glorify thy Son; I always thee,
As is most just. This I my glory account, My exaltation, and my whole delight, That thou in me, well pleased, declar❜st thy will Fulfilled, which to fulfil is all my bliss. Sceptre and power, thy giving, I assume, And gladlier shall resign when in the end Thou shalt be all in all, and I in thee For ever, and in me all whom thou lov'st. But whom thou hat'st I hate, and can put on Thy terrors, as I put thy mildness on,
Image of thee in all things: and shall soon, Armed with thy might, rid Heaven of these rebelled,
To their prepared ill mansion driven down, To chains of darkness and the undying worm, That from thy just obedience could revolt, 740 Whom to obey, is happiness entire.
Then shall thy Saints, unmixed, and from the The
Far separate, circling thy holy Mount, Unfeigned halleluiahs to thee sing,
Hymns of high praise, and I among them chief." So said, he, o'er his sceptre bowing, rose From the right hand of Glory where he sat; And the third sacred morn began to shine, Dawning through Heaven. Forth rushed with whirlwind sound
The chariot of Paternal Deity,
Flashing thick flames, wheel within wheel; undrawn,
Itself instinct with spirit, but convoyed
By four cherubic Shapes. Four faces each Had wondrous; as with stars, their bodies all And wings were set with eyes; with eyes the wheels
Of beryl, and careering fires between ; Over their heads a crystal firmament, Whereon a sapphire throne, inlaid with pure Amber and colours of the showery arch. He, in celestial panoply all armed
Of radiant Urim, work divinely wrought, Ascended; at his right hand Victory Sat eagle-winged; beside him hung his bow, And quiver, with three-bolted thunder stored; And from about him fierce effusion rolled Of smoke and bickering flame and sparkles dire. Attended with ten thousand thousand Saints, He onward came; far off his coming shone; And twenty thousand (I their number heard) Chariots of God, half on each hand, were seen. He on the wings of Cherub rode sublime
chariot and panoply of God
The foe On the crystalline sky, in sapphire throned-- stands Illustrious far and wide, but by his own obdurate First seen. Them unexpected joy surprised When the great ensign of Messiah blazed Aloft, by Angels borne, his sign in Heaven; Under whose conduct Michael soon reduced His army, circumfused on either wing, Under their Head embodied all in one. Before him Power Divine his way prepared; 780 At his command the uprooted hills retired Each to his place; they heard his voice, and
Obsequious; Heaven his wonted face renewed, And with fresh flowerets hill and valley smiled.
"This saw his hapless foes, but stood obdured, And to rebellious fight rallied their Powers, Insensate, hope conceiving from despair. In Heavenly Spirits could such perverseness dwell?
But to convince the proud what signs avail, Or wonders move the obdurate to relent? They, hardened more by what might most re-
Grieving to see his glory, at the sight
Took envy, and, aspiring to his highth, Stood re-embattled fierce, by force or fraud Weening to prosper, and at length prevail Against God and Messiah, or to fall In universal ruin last; and now To final battle drew, disdaining flight, Or faint retreat: when the great Son of God To all his host on either hand thus spake : Stand still in bright array, ye Saints; here stand,
Ye Angels armed; this day from battle rest. Faithful hath been your warfare, and of God Accepted, fearless in his righteous cause; And, as ye have received, so have ye done, Invincibly. But of this cursed crew The punishment to other hand belongs; Vengeance is his, or whose he sole appoints. Number to this day's work is not ordained, Nor multitude; stand only and behold God's indignation on these godless poured By me. Not you, but me, they have despised, Yet envied; against me is all their rage, Because the Father, to whom in Heaven supreme Kingdom and power and glory appertains, Hath honoured me, according to his will. Therefore to me their doom he hath assigned, That they may have their wish, to try with me In battle which the stronger proves-they all, Or I alone against them; since by strength 820 They measure all, of other excellence
Not emulous, nor care who them excels; Nor other strife with them do I voutsafe." 'So spake the Son, and into terror changed His countenance, too severe to be beheld, And full of wrath bent on his enemies. At once the Four spread out their starry wings With dreadful shade contiguous, and the orbs Of his fierce chariot rolled, as with the sound Of torrent floods, or of a numerous host. He on his impious foes right onward drove, Gloomy as Night. Under his burning wheels The steadfast Empyrean shook throughout, All but the throne itself of God. Full soon Among them he arrived, in his right hand
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