The law and prophets, searching what was writ 260 Concerning the Messiah, to our scribes Known partly, and soon found, of whom they spake I am; this chiefly, that my way must lie Through many a hard allay ey'n to the death, Ere I the promis'd kingdom can attain, 265 O- work redemption for mankind, whuse fins Full weight must be transferr'd upon my head. Yet neither thus dishearten'd or dismay'd, The time prefix'd I waited, when behold The Baptist (of whose birth I oft had heard, 270 Not knew by light) now come, who was to come Before Messiah and his way prepare. I as all others to his baptism came, Which I believ'd was from above; but he Strait knew me, and with loudest voice pro clam’d 275 Me him (for it was shown him fo from Heaven) Me him whose harbinger he was; and first Refus'd on me his baptism to confer, As much his greater, and was hardly won: But as I rofe out of the laving stream, 280 Heav'n open’d her eternal doors, from whence The Spirit descended on me like a dove, And last the sum of all, my Father's voice, Audibly heard from Heav'n, pronounc'd me his, Me his beloved Son, in whom alone 285 He was well pleas'd; by which I knew the time Now full, that I no more should live obscure, But openly begin, as best becomes Th' authority, which I deriv'd from Heaven. And now by some strong motion I am led 290 Into this wilderness, to what intent I learn not yet, perhaps I need not know; For what concerns my knowledge God reveals. So fpake our Morning Star then in his rise, And looking round on every side beheld 295 A pathless desert, dusk with horrid shades; The way he came not having mark'd, return Was difficult, by human steps untrod; And he still on was led, but with such thoughts Accompanied of things past and to come 300 Lodg’d in his breast, as well might recom mend Such folitude before choicest fociety. Full forty days he pass’d, whether on hill Sometimes, anon in shady vale, each night Under the covert of some ancient oak, 305 Or cedar, to defend him from the dew, Or harbour'd in one cave', is not reveal'd; Nor tafted human food, nor hunger felt Till those days ended, hunger'd then at last Among wild beasts: they at his light grew mild, 310 Nor sleeping him nor waking harm’d, his walk The fiery serpent fled, and noxious worm, The lion and fierce tiger glar'd aloof. But now an aged man in rural weeds, Following, as seem'd, the quest of some stray ewe, 315 Or wither'd sticks to gather, which might serve Against a winter's day, when winds blow keen, To warn him wet return’d from field at eve, He saw approach, who first with curious eye Perus'd him, then with words thus utter'd (pake. 320 Sir, what ill chance hath brought thee to. this place So far from path or road of men, who pass In troop or caravan ? for single none. Durst ever, who return'd, and dropt not here His carcass, pin'd with hunger and with drouth. 325 I ask the rather, and the more admire, Eor that to me'thou seem'st the mgan, whom late Our new baptizing Prophet at the ford Of Jordan honord so, and call’d thee Son Of God; I saw and heard, for we fomeci. mes 330 Who dwell this wild, constrain'd want, come forth To town or village nigh (nighest is fạr) Where ought we hear, and curious are to hear, What happens new; fame also finds us out. To whom the Son of God. Who brought me hither, 335 Will bring me hence; no other guide I seek. By miracle he may, reply'd the (wain, What other way I see not, for we here Live on tongh roots and stubs, to thirst inur'd More than the camel, and to drink go far, 340 Men to much misery and hardship born; But if thou be the Son of God, command That out of these hard stones be made thee bread, So shalt thou save thyself and us relieve With food, whereof we wretched seldom taste. 345 He ended, and the Son of God reply'd. Think'st thou such force in bread ? is it not written (For I discern thee other than thou seem'st) Man lives not by bread only, but each word Proceeding from the mouth of God, who fed 350 ven Our faihers here with Manna? in the mount I undisguis’d. 360 With them from bliss to the bottomless deep, Yet to that hideous place not so confin'd By rigor unconniving, but that oft Leaving my dolorous prison I enjoy Large liberty to round this globe of carth, 365 in th' air, nor from the Heav'n of Heav'ng into hands Uzzean Job lies 375 Or range Gave up |