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. Mean while The world shall burn, and from her ashes spring New heaven 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 scepter shalt lay by, For regal scepter 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 ceas'd, but all The multitude of angels with a shout, Loud as from numbers without number, sweet As from blest voices, uttering joy, heaven 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 cast Their crowns inwove with amarant and gold, Immortal amarant, a flower which once
In paradise fast by the Tree of Life
337 golden] Virg. Eclog. iv. 9.
'Toto surget gens aurea mundo.' Hume.
345 angels] On the construction of this sentence, see Pearce's and Monboddo's note.
Began to bloom, but soon for man's offence To heaven remov'd, where first it grew, there grows, And flowers aloft shading the fount of life, And where the river of bliss through midst of heaven Rolls o'er Elysian flowers her amber stream; 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 smil'd.
Then crown'd again their golden harps they took, Harps ever tun'd, that glittering by their side 366 Like quivers hung, and with preamble sweet Of charming symphony they introduce
Their sacred song, and waken raptures high ; No voice exempt, no voice but well could join 370 Melodious part, such concord is in heaven. 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 Thron❜d inaccessible, but when thou shad'st The full blaze of thy beams, and through a cloud
359 flowers] fields, plains, gems. Bentl. MS.
359 amber] Callim. St. Ceres, 29, åλéктpivov vdwp; and Virg. Æn. iii. 522. Newton.
363 Impurpled] 'Tutto di Rose imporporato il cielo.'
Marino Ad. c. iv. st. 291. Thyer.
Drawn round about thee like a radiant shrine, Dark with excessive bright thy skirts appear; 380 Yet dazzle heaven, 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; Transfus❜d on thee his ample Spirit rests. He heaven of heavens and all the powers therein 390 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 395 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 foes :
Not so on man; him thro' their malice fall'n, Father of mercy and grace, thou didst not doom
Caligine e lassù d'ombre lucenti
In cui s' involve Re ch' il ciel governa;
Quivi iddio pose en fulgide tenebre
E'n profondo silenzio, alte latebre.'
Tasso Gier. Lib. See Black's Life, ii. 489.
394 shook] v. Fairfax's Tasso, ii. 91.
'Againe to shake Heav'n's everlasting frame. Todd.
So strictly; but much more to pity incline. No sooner did thy dear and only Son Perceive thee purpos'd not to doom frail man So strictly, but much more to pity inclin'd, 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 no where 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 heaven, above the starry sphere, Their happy hours in joy and hymning spent, Mean while upon the firm opacous globe Of this round world, whose first convex divides The luminous inferior orbs, inclos'd 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 expos'd, and ever-threat'ning storms Of Chaos blust'ring round, inclement sky; Save on that side which from the wall of heaven
406 He] 'Than' or 'but' is understood before 'He,' to complete the sense. Newton.
412 Hail] Virg. Æn. viii. 301.
'Salve, vera Jovis proles, decus addite divis.' Newton.
Though distant far some small reflection gains Of glimmering air, less vex'd with tempest loud: Here walk'd the fiend at large in spacious field. 430 As when a vulture on Imaus bred,
Whose snowy ridge the roving Tartar bounds, Dislodging from a region scarce of prey To gorge the flesh of lambs or yeanling kids 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 place 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, Or happiness in this or th' other life;
All who have their reward on earth, the fruits Of painful superstition and blind zeal, Naught seeking but the praise of men, here find Fit retribution, empty as their deeds:
All th' unaccomplish'd works of nature's hand, 455 438 Chineses] See Hudibras, iii. 1. 707.
'For though Chineses go to bed.
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