See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing, and fair truth: Then Thou Thy regal fceptre fhalt lay by, For regal fceptre then no more fhall need; GOD fhall be All in All. But all ye Gods, Adore Him, who to compafs all this dies; Adore the Son, and honour him as Me.
No fooner had th' Almighty ceas'd, but all The multitude of Angels with a fhout
Loud as from numbers without number, sweet
As from bleft voices) utt'ring joy, heav'n rung
With jubilee, and loud hofanna's fill'd
Th' eternal legions. Lowly reverent
Tow'rds either throne they bow, and to the ground
With folemn adoration down they caft
Their crowns, inwove with amarant and gold,
Immortal amarant! a flow'r which once
In Paradise faft by the Tree of Life
Began to bloom; but foon for man's offense
To heav'n remov'd, where first it grew, there grows, And flow'rs aloft fhading the fount of life;
And where the river of blifs thro' midst of heav'n Rowls o'er ELYSIAN flow'rs her amber stream:
With these that never fade the fpirits elect
Bind their refplendent locks, inwreath'd with beams,; Now in loose garlands thick thrown off, the bright Pavement, that like a fea of jafper fhon, Impurpled with cœleftial rofes fmil'd.
'Then crown'd again, their golden harps they took :`
Harps ever tun'd, that glitt'ring by their fide
Like quivers hung, and with preamble sweet
Of charming fymphony they introduce
Their facred fong, and waken raptures high,
No voice exempt; no voice but well could join Melodious part, fuch concord is in heav'n.
Thee FATHER firft they fung, Omnipotent,
Immutable, Immortal, Infinite,
Eternal King! Thee Author of all Being,
Fountein of Light, Thy felf invifible Amidst the glorious brightnefs where thou fit'ft Thron'd inacceffible, but when thou fhad'it The full blaze of thy beams, and thro' a cloud Drawn round about thee like a radiant shrine, Dark with exceffive bright thy fkirts appear: Yet dazle heav'n, that brighteft Seraphim Approach not, but with both wings veil their eyes. Thee next they fung of all creation first Begotten Son, Divine Similitude!
In whofe confpicuous count'nance, without cloud Made visible, th' Almighty FATHER fhines, Whom elfe no creature can behold: on Thee Imprefs'd, th' effulgence of his glory abides; Transfus'd on Thee his ample SPIRIT refts. He heav'n of heav'ns, and all the pow'rs therein, By Thee created: and by Thee threw down Th' afpiring Dominations. Thou that day Thy FATHER's dreadful thunder didst not spare ; Nor ftop thy flaming chariot wheels, that shook Heav'n's everlafting frame, while o'er the necks Thou drov'ft of warring Angels difarray'd. Back from purfuit thy pow'rs with loud acclaim Thee only extol'd, SoN of thy FATHER'S might, To execute fierce vengeance on His foes. Not fo on Man: him thro' their malice fall'n, FATHER of mercy and grace! Thou didst not doom So ftrictly, but much more to pity incline. No fooner did Thy dear and only Son, Perceiv'd Thee purpos'd not to doom frail man So ftrictly, but much more to pity inclin'd, He to appeafe Thy wrath, and end the ftrife Of mercy and justice in Thy face difcern'd, Regardless of the blifs wherein he fat Second to Thee, offer'd Himself to die For Man's offence. O unexampled love! Love no where to be found lefs than Divine! Hail Son of GoD, Saviour of men! Thy name Shall be the copious matter of my fong
Henceforth, and never fhall my harp Thy praise
Forget, nor from Thy FATHER's praise disjoin.
Thus they in heav'n, above the ftarry sphere, Their happy hours in joy and hymning fpent. Mean while upon the firm opacous globe
Of this round world, whofe 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 feem'd, now feems a boundless continent
Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of Night Starlefs expos'd, and ever threat'ning storms Of CHAOS bluftring round, inclement fky! Save on that fide which from the wall of heav'n (Tho' diftant far) fome fmall reflection gains Of glimm ring air, lefs vex'd with tempeft loud. Here walk'd the fiend at large in fpacious field. As when a vulture on IMAUS bred,
(Whofe fnowy ridge the roving TARTAR bounds) Diflodging from a region fcarce of prey,
To gorge the flesh of lambs, and weanling kids,
On hills where flocks are fed, flies tow'rds the fprings
Of GANGES, or HYDASPES, (INDIAN ftreams)
But in his way lights on the barren plains Of SERICANA, where CHINESES drive
With fails and wind their cany waggons light: So on this windy fea of land, the fiend Walk'd up and down alone, bent on his prey; Alone, for other creature in this place Living, or liveless, to be found was none; None yet, but store hereafter from the earth Up hither like aerial vapors flew,
Of all things tranfitory and vain, when fin 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 lafting fame, Or happiness in this or the other life;
All who have their reward on earth, the fruits Of painful fuperftition, and blind zeal, Nought feeking but the praife of Men, here: find
Fit retribution, empty as their deeds: All th' unaccomplish'd works of nature's hand, Abortive, monitrous, or unkindly mix'd, Diffolv'd on earth, fleet hither, and in vain,
Till final diffolution, wander here;
Not in the neighb'ring moon, as fome have dream'd : (Those argent fields more likely habitants,
Tranflated faints, or middle fpirits hold,.
Betwixt th❜ angelical and human kind)
Hither, of ill-join'd fons and daughters born,
First from the antient world those giants came,
With many a vain exploit, tho' then renown'd:
The builders next of BABEL on the plain Of SENAAR, and ftill with vain defign
New BABELS, had they wherewithal, would build : Others came fingle; he who to be deem'd A God, leap'd fondly into ETNA's flames,. EMPEDOCLES: and he who to enjoy PLATO'S ELYSIUM, leap'd into the fea, CLEOMBROTUS and many more too long, Embryo's and idiots, eremits and friars
White, Black, and Grey, with all their trumpery: Here Pilgrims roam, that ftray'd fo far to feek In GOLGOTHA Him dead, who lives in heav'n : And they who to be fure of Paradise, Dying put on the weeds of DOMINIC,
Or in FRANCISCAN think to pafs difguis'd;
Blows them transverse, ten thousand leagues awry Into the devious Air: then might ye fee
They pass the Planets fev'n, and pafs the Fix'd, And that crystalline sphere whofe balance weighs The Trepidation talk'd, and that First-mov'd; And now faint PETER at heav'ns wicket seems To wait them with his keys, and now at foot Of heav'n's afcent they lift their feet; when lo! A violent cross-wind from either coaft
Cowls, hoods, and habits, with their wearers, toft,. And flutter'd into rags; then Reliques, Beads, Indulgences, Difpenfes, Pardons, Bulls,
The fport of winds! all thefe up-whirl'd aloft
Fly o'er the backside of the worid far off, Into a Limbo large, and broad, fince call'd The Paradife of Fools, to few unknown Long after: now unpeopl'd, and untrod. All this dark globe the fiend found as he pafs'd; And long he wander'd, till at laft a gleam Of dawning light turn'd thither-ward in hafte His travel'd fteps: far diftant he descries, Afcending by degrees magnificent Up to the wall of heav'n, a structure high; At top whereof, but far more rich, appear'd The work as of a kingly palace-gate, With frontispiece of diamond and gold, Imbellifh'd; thick with fparkling orient gems The portal fhon, inimitable on earth,
By model, or by fhading pencil, drawn. The stairs were fuch as whereon JACOB faw Angels afcending and defcending, bands Of guardians bright, when he from ESAU fled TO PADAN-ARAM in the field of Luz, Dreaming by night under the open sky, And waking cry'd, This is the gate of heav'n.
Each stair mysterioufly was meant, nor stood There always, but drawn up to heav'n fometimes
Viewlefs, and underneath a bright fea flow'd Of jafper, or of liquid pearl, whereon
Who after came from earth, failing arriv'd, Wafted by Angels, or flew o'er the lake Rap'd in a chariot drawn by fiery steeds.
The stairs were then let down, whether to dare
The fiend by eafy afcent, or aggravate
His fad exclufion from the doors of blifs:
Direct against which open'd from beneath,
Juft o'er the blissful feat of Paradife,
A paffage down to th' earth, a paffage wide,
(Wider by far than that of after-times
Over mount SION, and, though that were large, Over the PROMIS'D LAND to God fo dear,
By which, to vifit oft those happy tribes,
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