Made head against heav'n's King, though overthrown I saw and heard, for such a num'rous host
Fled not in silence through the frighted deep With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,
Confusion worse confounded: and heav'n's gates Pour'd out by millions her victorious bands Pursuing. I upon my frontiers here Keep residence, if all I can will serve That little which is left so to defend,
Encroach'd on still through your intestine broils Weak'ning the sceptre of old Night: first hell Your dungeon stretching far and wide beneath; Now lately heav'n and earth another world, Hung o'er my realm, link'd in a golden chain To that side heav'n from whence your legions fel If that way be your walk, you have not far; So much the nearer danger; go and speed; Havoc and spoil and ruin are my gain.
He ceas'd; and Satan stay'd not to reply, But glad that now his sea should find a shore, With fresh alacrity and force renew'd Springs upward like a pyramid of fire Into the wild expanse, and through the shock Of fighting elements, on all sides round Environ'd wins his way: harder beset And more endanger'd, that when Argo pass'd Through Bosporus betwixt the justling rocks. Or when Ulysses on the larboard shunn'd Charybdis, and by th' other whirlpool steer'd. So he with difficulty and labour hard Moved on, with difficulty and labour he; But he once past, soon after when man fell, Strange alteration! Sin and Death ama.n Following his track, such was the will of heav'n Pay'd after him a broad and beaten way
Over the dark abyss, whose boiling gulf Tamely endur'd a bridge of wond'rous length From hell continu'd reaching th' utmost orb Of this frail world; by which the spirits perva
With easy intercourse pass to and fro To tempt or punish mortals, except whom God and good angels guard by special grace. But now at last the sacred influence
Of light appears, and from the walls of heav'n Shoots far into the bosom of dim night A glimmering dawn; here Nature first begins Her farthest verge, and Chaos to retire As from her outmost works a broken foe With tumult less, and with less hostile din, That Satan with less toil, and now with ease Wafts on the calmer wave by dubious light, And like a weather-beaten vessel holds Gladly the port, though shrouds and tackie torn: Or in the emptier waste, resembling air, Weighs his spread wings, at leisure to behold. Far off th' empyreal heav'n, extended wide In circuit, undetermin'd square or round, With opal tow'rs and battlements adorn'd Of living sapphire, once his native seat; And fast by, hanging in a golden chain This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude close by the moon. Thither full fraught with mischievous revenge Accurs'd, and in a cursed hour he hies.
THE END OF THE SECOND BOOX.
GOD sitting on his throne sees Satan flying towards this world, then newly created; shows him to the Son who sat at his right hand foretells the success of Satan in perverting mankind; clears his own justice and wisdom from all imputation, having create:i Man free and able enough to have withstood his tempter; yet deciares his purpose of grace towards him, in regard he fell not of his own malice, as did Satan, but by him seduced. The Son of God ren ders praises to his Father for the manifestation of his gracious purpose towards Man; but God again declares, that grace cannot be extended towards Man without the satisfaction of divine justice; Man hath offended the majesty of God by aspiring to godhead, and, therefore, with all his progeny devoted to death must die, unless some one can be found sufficient to answer for his offence, and undergo his punishment. The Son of God
freely offers himself a ransom for Man: the Father accepts him Ordains his incarnation, pronounces his exaltation above all names in Heaven and Earth; cominands all the Angels to adore him; they obey, and hymning to their harps in full choir, celebrate the Father and the Son. Meanwhile Satan alights upon the bare convex of this world's outermost orb; where wandering, he first finds a place, since called the Limbo of Vanity; what persons and things fly up thither; thence comes to the gate of Heaven, described ascending by stairs, and the waters above the firmament that flow about it; his passage thence to the orb of the sun; he finds there Uriel, the regent of that orb, but first chan ges himself into the shape of a meaner Angel; and pretending a zealous desire to behold the new creation and Man whom God had placed here, inquires of him the place of his habitation, and s dilected alights first on mount Niphates.
HAIL holy Light, offspring of heav'n, first-born, Or of th' Eternal co-eternal beam;
May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate. Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? before the sun, Before the heav'ns thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite. Thee I revisit now with bolder wing, Escap'd the Stygian pool, though long detain'd In that obscure sojourn, while in my flight Through utter and through middle darkness borne With other rotes than to th' Orphean lyre j'sung of Claos and eternal Night,
Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent, and up to re-ascend, Though hard and rare thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sov'reign vital lamp; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs Or din suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more
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