On high behefts his Angels to and fro
Pafs'd frequent, and his eye with choice regard From Paneas the fount of Jordan's flood To Beerfaba, where the Holy Land Borders on Egypt and th' Arabian shore;
So wide the opening feem'd, where bounds were set- To darkness, fuch as bound the ocean wave. Satan from hence, now on the lower stair
That fcal'd by steps of gold to Heaven gate, Looks down with wonder at the fudden view Of all this world at once. As when a fcont Through dark and defert ways with peril gone All night, at laft by break of chearful dawn Obtains the brow of fome high-climbing hill, Which to his eye discovers unaware The goodly prospect of fome foreign land First feen, or fame renown'd metropolis With glift'ring fpires and pinnacles adorn'd Which now the rifing fun gilds with his beams: Such wonder feis'd, though after Heaven seen, The Spirit malign, but much more envy feis'd, At fight of all this world beheld fo fair. Round he furveys (and well might, where he stood So high above the circling canopy
Of night's extended fhade) from castern point Of Libra to the fleecy far that bears Andromeda far off Atlantic feas
Beyond th' horizon; then from pole to pole He views in breadth, and without longer paufe Down right into the world's first region throws
His flight precipitant, and winds with ease
Through the pure marble air his oblique way Amongst innumerable stars, that fhone
Stars diftant, but nigh hand seem'd other worlds ; Or other worlds they seem'd, or happy iles, Like thofe Hefperian gardens fam'd of old, Fortunate fields, and groves, and flow'ry vales, Thrice happy iles, but who dwelt happy there He stay'd not to inquire: above them all The golden fun in fplendor likest Heaven Allur'd his eye thither his courfe he bends Through the calm firmament, (but up or down, By center, or eccentric, hard to tell,
Or longitude,) where the great luminary Aloof the vulgar conftellations thick, That from his lordly eye keep distance due, Difpenfes light from far; they as they move
Their ftarry dance in numbers that compute
Days months and years, tow'ards his all-chearing lamp
There lands the Fiend, a spot like which perhaps Aftronomer in the fun's lucent orb
Through his glaz'd optic tube yet never saw. The place he found beyond expreffion bright, Compar'd with ought on earth, metal or stone;
Not all parts like, but all alike inform'd
With radiant light, as glowing ir'on with fire; If metal, part feem'd gold, part filver clear; If ftone, carbuncle moft or chryfolite, Ruby or topaz, to the twelve that shone In Aaron's breaft-plate, and a stone befides Imagin'd rather oft than elsewhere feen,
That ftone, or like to that, which here below Philofophers in vain fo long have fought, In vain, though by their pow'rful art they bind Volatil Hermes, and call up unbound
In various shapes old Proteus from the fea, Drain'd through a limbec to his native form. What wonder then if fields and regions here Breathe forth Elixir pure, and rivers run Potable gold, when with one virtuous touch Th' arch-chemic fun, fo far from us remote, Produces, with terrestrial humor mix`d, Here in the dark so many precious things Of color glorious, and effect fo rare ? Here matter new to gaze the Devil met Undazled; far and wide his eye commands; For fight no obstacle found here, nor shade, But all fun-fhine, as when his beams at noon Culminate from th' equator, as they now Shot upward still direct, whence no way round Shadow from body opaque can fall; and th' air No where fo clear, sharpen'd his visual ray To objects diftant far, whereby he foon
Saw within ken a glorious Angel ftand,
The fame whom John faw alfo in the fun :
His back was turn'd, but not his brightness hid; Of beaming funny rays a golden tiar
Circled his head, nor lefs his locks behind Illuftrious on his fhoulders fledge with wings
Lay waving round; on fome great charge employ'd He feem'd, or fix'd in cogitation deep.
Glad was the Spi'rit impure, as now in hope To find who might direct his wand'ring flight To Paradife the happy feat of Man, His journey's end and our beginning woe.
But first he cafts to change his proper shape,
Which elfe might work him danger or delay :
And now a ftripling Cherub he appears,
Not of the prime, yet fuch as in his face Youth fmil'd celestial, and to every limb Suitable grace diffus'd, fo well he feign'd:
Under a coronet his flowing hair
In curls on either cheek play'd; wings he wore
Of many a color'd plume sprinkled with gold, His habit fit for speed fuccinct, and held Before his decent steps a filver wand.
He drew not nigh unheard; the Angel bright, Ere he drew nigh, his radiant visage turn'd, Admonish'd by his ear, and strait was known Th' Arch-Angel Uriel, one of the feven Who in God's presence, nearest to his throne, Stand ready at command, and are his eyes That run through all the Heav'ns, or down to th' Earth.
Bear his fwift errands over moist and dry,
O'er fea and land: him Satan thu's accofts.
Uriel, for thou of those seven Spi’rits that stand
In fight of God's high throne, glorioufly bright, 655 The first art wont his great authentic will Interpreter through highest Heav'n to bring, Where all his fons thy embassy attend; And here art likelieft by fupreme decree Like honor to obtain, and as his
To visit oft this new creation round; Unfpeakable defire to fee, and know
All these his wondrous works, but chiefly Man, His chief delight and favor, him for whom All these his works fo wondrous he ordain'd, Hath brought me from the quires of Cherubim Alone thus wand'ring. Brightest Seraph, tell In which of all these shining orbs hath Man His fixed feat, or fixed feat hath none, But all these shining orbs his choice to dwell; That I may find him, and with secret gaze
open admiration him behold,
On whom the great Creator hath bestow'd
Worlds, and on whom hath all these graces pour'dz
That both in him and all things, as is meet,
The univerfal Maker we may praise;
Who justly hath driv'n out his rebel foes To deepest Hell, and to repair that lofs Created this new happy race of Men To ferve him better: wife are all his ways. So fpake the falfe diffembler unperceiv'd; For neither Man nor Angel can difcern
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