In heav'n, or earth, or under earth in hell; When thou attended gloriously from heav'n Shalt in the sky appear, and from thee send The summoning archangels to proclaim Thy dread tribunal: forthwith from all winds The living, and forthwith the cited dead
Of all past ages, to the general doom
Shall hasten, such a peal shall rouse their sleep. - Then, all thy saints assembled, thou shalt judge Bad men and angels; they arraign'd shall sink Beneath thy sentence; hell, her numbers full, Thenceforth shall be for ever shut. Meanwhile The world shall burn, and from her ashes spring New heav'n and earth,' wherein the just shall dwell, And after all their tribulations long
See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing, and fair truth: Then thou thy regal sceptre shalt lay by,2 4For regal sceptre then no more shall need, GOD shall be all in all. But all ye Gods Adore him, who to compass all this dies, Adore the Son, and honour him as me.
No sooner had th' Almighty ceased, but all
The multitude of angels with a shout,
Loud as from numbers without number, sweet As from blest voices, uttering joy, heav'n rung With jubilee, and loud hosannas fill'd
Th' eternal regions. Lowly reverent
Towards either throne they bow, and to the ground With solemn adoration down they cast1
Their crowns inwove with amarant and gold, Immortal amarant," a flow'r which once In Paradise fast by the Tree of Life Began to bloom, but soon for man's offence To heav'n removed, where first it grew, there And flow'rs aloft shading the fount of life,
12 Peter iii. 12, 13.
2 Heb. i. 6.
1 Cor. xv. 24.
Rev. iv. 10.
A flower of a purple velvet colour.
It was supposed not to die when gathered, but recovered its lustre when sprinkled with water. The name is Greek for "unfading."—From HUME
And where the river of bliss through midst of heav'n Rolls o'er Elysian flowers her amber stream;
bo -With these that never fade the spirits elect
Bind their resplendent locks inwreath'd 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, 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; 70-No voice exempt, no voice but well could join Melodious part, such concord is in heav'n. Thee Father first they sung, Omnipotent, Immutable, Immortal, Infinite,
Eternal King; Thee author of all being, Fountain of light, Thyself invisible
Amidst the glorious brightness where Thou sitt'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 heav'n, 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 count'nance, without cloud Made visible, the Almighty Father shines, Whom else no creature can behold: on Thee Impress'd th' effulgence of His glory abides; Transfused on Thee his ample Spirit rests. Qo-He heav'n of heavens and all the powers therein By Thee created, and by Thee threw down Th' aspiring Dominations. Thou that day Thy Father's dreadful thunder didst not spare, Nor stop thy flaming chariot wheels, that shook Heav'n's everlasting frame, while o'er the necks Thou drov'st 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 foe
A- Not so on man; him thro' their malice fall'n, 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 nowhere to be found less than Divine! Hail Son of GOD, Saviour of men, Thy name Shall be the copious matter of my song Henceforth, and never shall my harp thy praise Forget, nor from thy Father's praise disjoin.
Thus they in heav'n, 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, inclosed
From Chaos and th' inroad of Darkness old, Satan alighted walks: a globe far off
It seem'd, now seems a boundless continent, Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of night Starless exposed, and ever-threat'ning storms Of Chaos blust'ring round, inclement sky; Save on that side which from the wall of heav'n Though distant far some small reflection gains Of glimmering air, less vex'd with tempest loud. 30-Here walk'd the fiend at large in spacious field. As when a vulture on Imaus1 bred,
Whose snowy ridge the roving Tartar bounds, Dislodging from a region scarce of prey
To gorge the flesh of lambs or yeanling kids
A momain in Asia. Its name signifies snowy. It is the eastern boundary of Western Tartary.
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 place2 Living or lifeless to be found was none, None yet, but store hereafter from the earth Up hither like aërial 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 in vain things Built their fond hopes of glory or lasting fame, 50-Or happiness in this or th' 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 th' 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 neighb'ring moon, as some have dream'd;" 6-Those argent fields more likely habitants,
Translated saints, or middle spirits hold Betwixt th' angelical and human kind:
Hither of ill-join'd sons and daughters born First from the ancient world those giants came With many a vain exploit, though then renown'd: 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, Embryoes and idiots, eremites and friars, White, black, and grey, with all their trumpery. Here pilgrims roam, that stray'd so far to seek In Golgotha him dead, who lives in heav'n; 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 heav'n's wicket seems To wait them with his keys, and now at foot Of heav'n'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 qo-Cowls, hoods, and habits with their wearers tost And flutter'd into rags; then reliques, beads, Indulgences, dispenses, pardons, bulls,
The sport of winds: all these upwhirl'd aloft Fly o'er the back side 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 500-Of dawning light turn'd thitherward in haste His travell'd steps; far distant he descries, Ascending by degrees magnificent
Up to the wall of heav'n a structure high,
1 A Pythagorean philosopher. His attempt at disappearing in an extraordinary manner from the earth was defeated by the volcano throwing back his iron pattens.
Carmelites, Dominicans, and Fran
4 In the dark ages, a ridiculous super stition prevailed that a dying sinner who put on the habit of a religious order was sure of salvation. It was frequently done.
5 Milton speaks here according to Ptolemy's astronomy.-From NEWTON.
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