665 Hurl'd to and fro with jaculation dire, game That under ground they fought in dismal shade; Upon his enemies, and to declare 670 675 All pow'r on him transferr'd: whence to his Son, Th'affeffor of his throne, he thus began. Effulgence of my glory, Son belov'd, Son in whose face invisible is beheld Visibly, what by deity I am, And in whose hand what by decree I do, 680 Two days, as we compute the days of Heaven, 685 D d 690 Whence Whence in perpetual fight they needs must last War,wearied,hath perform'd what war can do, 695 700 With mountains as with weapons arm'd, which makes To manifeft thee worthieft to be Heir Of all things; to be Heir and to be King By facred unction, thy deserved right. Go then, thou Mightieft, in thy Father's might, 710 715 He said, and on his Son,with rays direct, Shone full; he all his Father full exprefs'd, 720 Ineffably Ineffably into his face receiv'd; And thus the filial Godhead anfw'ring spake. As is most juft; this I my glory account, my blifs. That thou in me well pleas'd, declar'ft thy will 725 730 And gladlier shall resign, when,in the end, But whom thou hat'st, I hate, and can put on Thy terrors, as I put thy mildness on, 735 Image of thee in all things; and shall soon, Arm'd with thy might, rid Heav'n of these rebell'd, To their prepar'd ill mansion driven down, To chains of darkness, and th'undying worm, That from thy just obedience could revolt, 740 Whom to obey is happiness entire. Then shall thy Saints unmix'd, and from th' impure Far feperate, circling thy holy mount Unfeigned Halleluiahs to thee fing, Hymns of high praise, and I among them chief. 745 From the right hand of glory where he sat; Dawning through Heav'n: forth rufh'd,with whirlwind The chariot of paternal Deity, (found, Flashing thick flames, wheel within wheel undrawn, Itfelf instinct with Spirit, but convoy'd By four Cherubic shapes; four faces each Had wondrous; as with ftars their bodies all, And wings were fet with eyes; with eyes the wheels Of beril, and carreering fires between; 756 Sat eagle-wing'd; befide him hung his bow And quiver,with three-bolted thunder ftor'd; And from about him fierce effufion roll'd 765 Of fmoke, and bickering flame,and sparkles dire: He onward came, far off his coming fhone; 775 Under 780 Under whose conduct Michael foon reduc'd 785 In heav'nly Spi rits could fuch perverseness dwell? 790 They, harden'd more by what might most reclame, Grieving to fee his glory, at the fight Took envy; and aspiring to his highth, Stood reimbattel'd fierce; by force or fraud Weening to prosper, and at length prevail 795 In univerfal ruin laft; and now To final battel drew, difdaining flight, Or faint retreat; when the great Son of God 800 Stand ftill in bright array, ye Saints, here stand Ye Angels arm'd, this day from battel rest; And |