Of King anointed, for whom all this haste Of midnight march, and hurried meeting here, This only to consult how we may best, With what may be devised of honours new, Receive him coming to receive from us Knee-tribute yet unpaid, prostration vile! Too much to one! but double how endured, To one, and to his image now proclaim'd? But what if better counsels might erect
Our minds, and teach us to cast off this yoke? Will ye submit your necks, and choose to bend The supple knee? Ye will not, if I trust To know ye right, or if ye know yourselves Natives and sons of heaven, possess'd before By none; and if not equal all, yet free, Equally free; for orders and degrees Jar not with liberty, but well consist. Who can in reason then, or right, assume Monarchy over such as live by right His equals? if in power and splendour less, In freedom equal: or can introduce Law and edict on us? who without law Err not: much less for this to be our Lord, And look for adoration; to the abuse Of those imperial titles, which assert Our being ordain'd to govern, not to serve. Thus far his bold discourse without control Had audience; when among the seraphim, Abdiel, than whom none with more zeal adored The Deity, and divine commands obey'd, Stood up, and in a flame of zeal severe The current of his fury thus opposed:
O argument blasphemous, false, and proud! Words which no ear ever to hear in heaven Expected, least of all from thee, ingrate, In place thyself so high above thy peers. Canst thou with impious obloquy condemn The just decree of God, pronounced and sworn
That to his only Son, by right endued With regal sceptre, every soul in heaven Shall bend the knee, and in that honour due Confess him rightful King? unjust, thou say'st, Flatly unjust, to bind with laws the free, And equal over equals to let reign, One over all with unsucceeded power.
Shalt thou give law to God? shalt thou dispute With him the points of liberty, who made Thee what thou art, and form'd the powers of heaven
Such as he pleased, and circumscribed their being?
Yet, by experience taught, we know how good, And of our good and of our dignity
How provident he is; how far from thought To make us less, bent rather to exalt Our happy state, under one head more near United. But to grant it thee unjust,
That equal over equals monarch reign: Thyself, though great and glorious, dost thou count,
Or all angelic nature join'd in one,
Equal to him Begotten Son? by whom, As by his word, the mighty Father made All things, ev'n thee; and all the spirits of heaven
By him created in their bright degrees; Crown'd them with glory, and to their glory named
Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues,
Essential powers; nor by his reign obscured, But more illustrious made; since he the head One of our number thus reduced becomes; His laws our laws; all honour to him done Returns our own. Cease then this impious rage. And tempt not these; but hasten to appease
The incensed Father and the incensed Son, While pardon may be found in time besought So spake the fervent angel; but his zeal None seconded, as out of season judged, Or singular and rash: whereat rejoiced The Apostate, and, more haughty, thus replied: That we were form'd then, say'st thou? and the work
Of secondary hand by task transferr'd
From Father to his Son? strange point and
Doctrine which we would know whence learn'd:
Thy making, while the Maker gave thee being? We know no time when we were not as now; Know none before us; self-begot, self-raised By our own quickening power, when fatal course Had circled his full orb, the birth mature Of this our native heaven, ethereal sons. Our puissance is our own; our own right hand Shall teach us highest deeds, by proof to try Who is our equal: then thou shalt behold Whether by supplication we intend Address, and to begirt the almighty throne Beseeching or besieging. This report, These tidings carry to the anointed King; And fly, ere evil intercept thy flight.
He said; and, as the sound of waters deep, Hoarse murmur echoed to his words applause Through the infinite host; nor less for that The flaming seraph fearless, though alone, Encompass'd round with foes, thus answer'd bold:
O alienate from God, O spirit accursed, Forsaken of all good! I see thy fall Determined, and thy hapless crew, involved In this perfidious fraud, contagion spread
Both of thy crime and punishment. Henceforth No more be troubled how to quit the yoke Of God's Messiah; those indulgent laws Will not be now vouchsafed; other decrees Against thee are gone forth without recall: That golden sceptre, which thou didst reject, Is now an iron rod, to bruise and break Thy disobedience. Well thou didst advise: Yet not for thy advice or threats I fly These wicked tents devoted; lest the wrath Impendent, raging into sudden flame, Distinguish not: for soon expect to feel His thunder on thy head, devouring fire: Then who created thee lamenting learn; When, who can uncreate thee, thou shalt know. So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found Among the faithless, faithful only he; Among innumerable false, unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified,
His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal: Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant
Though single. From amidst them forth he
Long way through hostile scorn; which he sustain'd
Superior, nor of violence fear'd aught;
And, with retorted scorn, his back he turn'd On those proud towers to swift destruction doom'd.
RAPHAEL continues to relate how Michael and Gabriel were sent forth to battle against Satan and his angels. The first fight described: Satan and his powers retire under night: he calls a council; invents devilish engines, which, in the second day's fight, put Michael and his angels to some disorder; but they at length, pulling up mountains, overwhelmed both the force and machines of Satan: yet, the tumult not so ending, God on the third day sends Messiah his Son, for whom he had reserved the glory of that victory. He, in the power of his Father, coming to the place, and causing all his legions to stand still on either side, with his chariot and thunder driving into the midst of his enemies, pursues them, unable to resist, towards the wall of heaven; which opening, they leap down with horror and confusion into the place of punishment prepared for them in the deep. Messialı returns with triumph to his Father.
ALL night the dreadless angel, unpursued, 'Through heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn,
Waked by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light. There is a cave Within the mount of God, fast by his throne, Where light and darkness in perpetual round Lodge and dislodge by turns, which makes through heaven
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