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The ARGUMENT.

Raphael continues to relate how Michael and Gabriel were fent forth to battel against Satan and his Angels. The first fight defcrib'd: Satan and his Powers retire under night: he calls a council, invents devilish engines, which in the fecond day's fight put Michael and his Angels to fome diforder; but they at length pulling up mountains, overwhelm'd both the force and machines of Satan : yet the tumult not fo ending, God on the third day fends Meffiah His Son, for whom He had referv'd the glory of that victory: He in the power of His Father

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coming to the place, and caufing all His legions to ftand fill on either fide, with His chariot and thunder driving into the midst of His enemies, purfues them, unable to refift, towards the wall of heaven; which opening, they leap down with horror and confufion into the place of punishment prepared for them in the Deep: Meffiah returns with triumph to His Father.

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LL night the dread-lefs Angel, un-purfu'd, Thro' heav'n's wide champain held his way; till Wak'd by the circling Hours, with rofy hand [Morn, Un-barr'd the gates of light. There is a cave Within the mount of God, faft by His throne Where light, and darkness, in perpetual round Lodge, and dif-lodge, by turns; which makes thro' Grateful viciffitude, like day, and night: [heav'n Light iffues forth, and at the other door Obfequious darkness enters, till her hour To veil the heav'n, (tho' darkness there might well Seem twilight here) and now went forth the Morn, Such as in highest heav'n, array'd in gold Empyreal; from before her vanish'd night, Shot thro' with orient beams: when all the plain 15 Cover'd with thick imbattled squadrons bright, Chariots, and flaming arms, and fiery steeds, Reflecting blaze on blaze, first met his view, War he perceiv'd, war in procinct; and found Already known, what he for news had thought 20 To have reported: gladly then he mix'd Among those friendly Pow'rs, who him receiv'd With joy, and acclamations loud, that One, That of fo many myriads fall'n, yet One Return'd, not loft. On to the facred hill They led him high applauded, and present Before the feat fupreme; from whence a voice, From midst a golden cloud, thus mild was heard.

Servant of God, well done! well haft thou fought

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