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Father of mercy' and grace, thou didst not doom
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'incline,

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 Heav'n, above the starry sphere,
Their happy hours in joy and hymning spent.
Meanwhile upon the firm opacous globe
Of this round world whose first convex divides
The luminous inferior orbs enclos'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 fall of Heav'n,
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.
As when a vulture, on Imaus bred,
Whose snowy ridge the roying 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 tow'ard the springs 435
Of Ganges or Hydaspes, Indian streams;




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But in his way lights on the barren plains
Of Sericana, where Chineses drive Conan har
With sails and wind their cany waggons light : Cho
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 aerial 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 happines in this or th' other life ;
All who have their reward on earth, the fruits
Of painful superstition and blind zeal, .
Nought seeking but the praise of men, here find
Fit retribution, empty as their deeds;
All th’unaccomplish'd works of Nature's hand,
Abortive, monstrous, or unkindly mix’d,
Dissolv'd on earth, fleet hither, and in vain,
Till final dissolution, wander here,
Not in the neighb'ring moon, as some have dream'd;
Those argent fields more likely habitants,
Translated Saints, or middle Spirits, hold,
Betwixt the angelical and human kind.
Hither, of ill-join'd sons and daughters born,
First from the ancient world those giants came
With many a vain exploit, tho' then renown'd:
The builders next of Babel on the plain
Or Sennaar, and still with vain design
New Babels, had they wherewithal, would build :
Others came single; he who, to be deem'd
A God, leap'd fondly into Ætna flames,
Empedocles ; and he who, to enjoy
Plato's Elysium, leap'd into the sea,
Cleombrotus ; aud many more too long,

Embryos and idiots, eremites and friars,
White, black, and grey, with all their trumpery.
Here pilgrims roam, that stray'd so far to seek
In Golgotha him dead, who lives in Heaven;
And they who, to be sure of Paradise, l
Dying put on the weeds of Dominic,
Or in Franciscan think to pass disguis’d;
They pass the planets seven, and pass the fix'd,
And that crystalline sphere whose balance weighs
The trepidation talk'd, and that first mov'd:
And now Saint Peter at Heav'n's wicket seems
To wait them with his keys, and now at foot
Of Heav'n's ascent they lift their feet, when lo
A violent cross wind from either coast
Blows them transverse ten thousand leagues awry
Into the devious air; then might ye see
Cowls, hoods, and habits, with their wearers, tost engor
* And flutter'd into rags, then reliques, beads, lombea
Indulgences, dispenses, pardons, bulls,
The sport of winds: all these, upwhirl'd aloft,
Fly o’er the backside of the world far off
Into a Limbo large and broad, since call'd fru
The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown
Long after, now unpeopled and untrod.
All this dark globe the Fiend found as he pass'd,
And long he wander'd, till at last a gleam
Of dawning light turn'd thither-ward in haste

His travellid steps: far distant he descries,
Ascending 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,

505 With frontispiece of diamond and gold Embellish'd; thick with sparkling orient gems The portal shone, inimitable on earth By model, or by shading pencil drawn. The stairs were such as whereon Jacob saw




Angels ascending and descending, hands
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 Heaven."
Each stair mysteriously was meant, nor stood
There always, but drawn up to Heav'n sometimes
Viewless; and underneath a bright sea flow'd
Of jasper, or of liquid pearl, whereon
Who after came from earth, sailing arriv'd,
Wafted by angels, or flew o'er the lake CJCD
Rapt in a chariot drawn by fiery steeds.
The stairs were then let down, whether to dare
The Fiend by easy'ascent, or aggravate
His sad exclusion from the doors of bliss :

Direct against which open'd from beneath,
Just o'er the blissful seat of Paradise,
A passage down to th’ Earth, a passage wide,
Wider by far than that of after-tines
Over mount Sion, and, though that were large,
Over the Promis'd Land to God so dear,
By which, to visit oft those happy tribes,
On high behests his Angels to and fro Com yn #24 Emulit
Pass'd frequent, and his eye with choice regard
From Paneas the fount of Jordan's flood

To Beërsaba, where the Holy Land.
Borders on Egypt and th’ Arabian shore ;
So wide th’ opening seem’d, where bounds were set
To darkness, such as bound the ocean wave.
Satan from hence, now on the lower stair 1 560
That scald hy steps of gold to Heaven gate,
Looks down with wonder at the sudden view
Of all this world at once. As when a scout, les
Through dark and desert ways with peril gone
All night, at last, by break of cheerful dawn,
Obtains the brow of some high-climbing hill,
Which to his eye discovers unaware


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The goodly prospect of some foreign land
First seen, or some renown'd metropolis
With glist'ring spires and pinnacles adorn'd, e no B-550
Which now the rising sun gilds with his beams :
Such wonder seiz'd, though after Heaven seen,
The Spi'rit malign, but much more envy seiz'd
At sight of all this world beheld so fair.
Round he surveys (and well might where he stood' 555
So high above the circling canopy
Of night's extended shade) from eastern point
Of Libra to the fleecy star that bears
Andromeda far off Atlantic seas
Beyond th' horizon ; then from pole to pole
He views in breadth, and without longer pause
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 shone
Stars distant, but nigh hand seem'd other worlds ;
Or other worlds they seem'd, or happy iles,
Like those Hesperian gardens fam'd of old,
Fortunate fields, and groves, and flow'ry vales,
Thrice happy isles, but who dwelt happy there
He stay'd not to enquire : above them all
The golden sun, in splendor likest Heaven,
Alhur’d his eye; thither his course he bends
Through the calm firmament, (but up or down,
By centre, or eccentric, hard to tell,
Or longitude) where the great luminary,
Aloof the vulgar constellations thick, au
That from his lordly eye keep distance due,
Dispenses light from far ; they as they move
Their starry dance, in numbers that compute 580
Days, months, and years, towards his all-cheering lamp
Turn swift their various motions, or are turn'd
By his magnetic beam, that gently warms
The universe, and to each inward part,

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