Miniftring light prepar'd, they set and rife; Left total dark nefs fhould by night regain Her old poffeffion, and extinguish life In nature and all things, which these feft fires Not only inlighten, but with kindly heat Of various influence foment and warm, Temper er nourish, or in part fhed down Their ftellar virtue on all kinds that grow On earth, made hereby apter to receive Perfectior from the fun's mere potent ray. Thefe then, though unbeheld in deep of night, Shine not in vain; nor think, though men were 675 That Hearn would want fpectators, God want praise:
Maker omnipotent, and thou the day, Which we in our appointed work employ'd Have finish'd, happy in our mutual help And mutual love, the crown of all our blifs Ordain'd by thee, and this delicious place For us too large, where thy abundance wants 730 670 Partakers, and uncropt falls to the ground. But thou haft promis'd from us two a race To fill the earth, who fhall with us extol Thy goodness infinite, both when we wake, And when we feek, as now, thy gift of fleep. 73 This faid unanimous, and other rites Obferving none, but adoration pure Which God likes beft, into their inmoft bower Handed they went; and, eas'd the putting off Thefe trouble fome difguifes which we wear, 740 Strait fide by fide were laid; nor turn'd I ween Adam from his fair fpoufe, nor Eve the rites Myfterions of connubial love refus'd: Whatever hypocrites aufterely talk Of purity and place and innocence, Defaming as impure what God declares Pure, and commands to fome, leaves free to all. Our Maker bids increafe; who bids abstain But our Destroyer, foe to God and Man? Hail wedded Love, myfterious law, true fource Of human offspring, fole propriety In Paradife of all things common elfe. By thee adult'rous luft was driv'n from men Among the beftial herds to range; by thee Founded in reafon, loyal, just, and pure, Relations dear, and all the charities
Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unfeen, both when we wake, and when we fleep: All these with ceafelefs praise his works behold Both day and night: how often from the ftecp 680 Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to others note, Singing their great Creator? oft in bands While they keep watch, or nightly rounding walk With heav'nly touch of inftrumental founds 686 In full harmonic number join'd, their fongs Divide the night, and lift our thoughts to Heaven. Thus talking, hand in hand along they pais'd On to their blifsful bow'r; it was a place Chos'n by the fovran Planter, when he fram'd All things to Man's delightful ufe; the roof Of thickest covert was inwoven fhade Laure! and myrtle, and what higher grew Of firm and fragrant leaf; on either fide Acanthus, and each odorous bushy fhrub Fenc'd up the verdant wall; each beauteous flower, Iris all hues, rofes, and jeffamin,
Rear'd high their flourish'd heads between, and wrought
Mofaie; underfoot the violet,
Crocus, and hyacinth, with rich inlay Broider'd the ground, more color'd than with flone Of coftlicht emblem: other creature here, Beaft, bird, infe&t, or worm, durft enter none, Such was their awe of Man. In fhadier bower 705 More facred and fequefter'd, though but feign'd, Pan or Sylvanus never flept, nor Nymph, Nor Faunus haunted. Here in clofe recefs With flowers, garlands, and fweet smelling herbs Efpouted Eve deck'd first her nuptial bed, And heav'nly quires the hymenaan fung, What day the genial Angel to our fire Brought her in naked beauty more adorn'd, Mor: lovely than Fandora, whom the Gods Endow'd with all their gifts, and O too like In fad event, when to th' unwifer fon Of Japhet brought by Hermes, the infnar'd Mankind with her fair looks, to be aveng'd On him who had fele Jove's authentic fire.
Thus at their fhady lodge arriv'd, both flood, Both turn'd and under open sky ador'd The God that made both fky, air, earth, and heaven,
Which they beheld, the moon's refplendent globe, Aud Larry pole: Thou alfo mad it the night,
Of father, fon, and brother, firft were known. Far be' it, that I fhould write thee fin or blame, Or think thee unbefitting holieft place, Perpetual fountain of domeftic fweets, Whofe bed is undefil'd and chafte pronounc'd, Prefent, or paft, as faints and patriarchs us'd. Here Love his golden fhafts employs, here lights His conftant lamp, and waves his purple wings, Reigns here and revels; not in the bought fmile Of harlots, lovelefs, joylefs unindear'd, Cafual fruition; nor in court amours, Mix'd dance, or wanton mafk, or midnight ball, Or ferenate, which the flarv'd lover fings To his proud fair, heft quitted with cifdain. 770 Thefe lull'd by nightingales embracing flept, And on their naked limbs the flow'ry roof Show'r'd rofes, which the morn repair'd. Sleep
Bleft pair; and O yet happiest, if ye feek No happier state, and know to know no more. 775 Now had night meafur'd with her fhadowy core Half way up hill this vaft fublunar vault, And from their ivory port the Cherubim Forth ifluing at th' accuftom'd hour stood arm'd To their night watches in warlike parade, When Gabriel to his next in pow'r thus fpake.
Uzziel, half thefe draw off, and coaft the fouth With ftri&teft watch; thefe other wheel the north; Our circuit meets full weft As flame they part, Half wheeling to the fhield, half to the fpear. 78 From thefe, two firong and fubtle Spi'rits he call'd That near him flood, and gave them thus in
The bars of Hell, on errand had no doubt: Such where ye find, feise faft, and hither bring. So faying, on he led his radiant files, Dazzling the moon; these to the bow'r direct
In fearch of whom they fought; him there they found
Squat, like a toad, clofe at the ear of Eve, Affaying by his devilish art to reach ErThe organs of her fancy', and with them forge lufions as he lift, phantafms and dreams, Or if, infpiring venom, he might taint Th' animal fpirits that from pure blood arife 805 Like gentle breaths from rivers pure, thence raise At least diftemper'd, difcontented thoughts, Vain hopes, vain aims, inordinate defires, Blown up with high conceits ingend'ring pride, Him thus intent Ithuriel with his fpear Touch'd lightly; for no falfhood can indure Touch of celeftial temper, but returns Of forge to its own likeness: up he starts Discover'd and furpris'd. As when a fpark Lights on a heap of nitrous powder, laid Fit for the tun fome magazine to store Against a rumor'd war, the smutty grain With fudden blaze diffus'd inflames the air: So ftarted up in his own fhape the Fiend. Back ftept thofe two fair Angels half amaz'd 820 So fudden to behold the grifly king; Yet thus, unmov'd with fear, accolt him foon. Which of thofe rebel Spi'rits adjudg'd to Hell Com't thou, efcap'd thy prifon? and transform'd, Why fatst thou like an enemy in wait, Here watching at the head of these that sleep? Know ye not then, faid Satan fill'd with fcorn, Know ye not me? ye knew me once no mate For you, there fitting where ye durft not foar: Not to know me argues yourselves unknown, 830 The loweft of your throng; or if ye know, Why afk ye, and fuperfluous begin
Your meffage, like to end as much in vain? To whom thus Zephon, anfw'ring fcorn with
Think not, revolted Spi'rit, thy fhape the fame, 835 Or undiminish'd brightnefs to be known, As when thou food'st in Heav'n upright and pure; That glory then, when thou no more waft good, Departed from thee'; and thou refembleft now Thy fin and place of doom obfcure and foul. 840 Bat come, for thou, be fure, fhalt give account To him who fent us, whose charge is to keep This place inviolable, and these from harm.
So fpake the Cherub; and his grave rebuke, Severe in youthful beauty, added grace Invincible: abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and faw Virtue' in her fhape how lovely; faw, and pin'd
His lofs; but chiefly to find here obferv'd His luftre visibly impair'd; yet feem'd Undaunted. If I must contend, faid he, Beft with the beft, the fender not the fent, Or all at once; more glory will be won, Or lefs be loft. Thy fear, faid Zephon bold, Will fave us trial what the leaft can do Single against thee wicked, and thence weak. The Fiend reply'd not, overcome with rage; But, like a proud teed rein'd, went haughty on, Champing his iron curb: to ftrive or fly He held it vain: awe from above had quell'd 860 His heart, not elfe difmay'd. Now drew they nigh The western point, where thofe half-rounding guards
Juft met, and closing stood in squadron join'd, Awaiting next command. To whom their chief 865 Gabriel from the front thus call'd aloud.
O friends, I hear the tread of nimble feet Hafting this way, and now by glimpfe difcern Ithuriel and Zephon through the shade, And with them comes a third of regal port, But faded fplendor wan; who by his gait And fierce demeanour feems the prince of Hell, Not likely to part hence without contest; Stand firm, for in his look defiance lours.
He fearce had ended, when those two approach'd, And brief related whom they brought where 875 found,
How bufied, in what form and pofture couch'd. To whom with ftern regard thus Gabriel fpake. - Why hait thou, Satan, broke the bounds prefcrib'd To thy tranfgreffions, and disturb'd the charge Of others, who approve not to tranfgrefs By thy example, but have pow'r and right To queftion thy bold entrance on this place; Employ'd it feems to violate fleep, and thofe Whofe dwelling God hath planted here in blifs?
To whom thus Satan with contemptuous brow. Gabriel, thou hadft in Heav'n th' efteem of wife, And fuch I held thee; but this question afk'd Puts me in doubt. Lives there who loves his pain? Who would not, finding way, break loose from Hell,
Though thither doom'd? Thou wouldst thyself, no 890. doubt,
And boldly venture to whatever place Fartheft from pain, where thousmight'ft hope to
Torment with ease, and fooneft recompenfe Dole with delight, which in this place I fought; To thee no reafon, who know'ft only good, 895 But evil haft not try'd: and wilt object His will who bound us? let him furer bar His iron gates, if he intends our stay
In that dark durance; thus much what was afk'd. The rest is true, they found me where they say; Eut that implies not violence or harm.
Thus he in fcorn. The warlike Angel mov'd, Difdainfully half fmiling thus reply'd. O lofs of one in Heav'n to judge of wife, Since Satan fell, whom folly overthrew, And now returns him from his prifon fcap'd, Gravely in doubt whether to hold them wife Or not, who ask what boldness brought him hither
So judge thou fill, prefumptuous, till the wrath, Which thou incurr'ft by flying, meet thy flight Sev'nfold, and fcourge that wifdom back to Hell, Which taught thee yet no better, that no pain 915 Can equal anger infinite provok'd.
But wherefore thou alone? wherefore with thee Came not all Hell broke loofe? is pain to them Lefs pain, lefs to be fled? or thou than they Lefs hardy to indore? courageous Chief! 920 The first in flight from pain' hadft thou alledg'd To thy deferted hoft this caufe of flight, Thou furely hadit not come fole lugitive.
To which the Fiend thus anfwer'd frowning
Back to th' infernal pit I drag thee chain'd, ges And feal thee fo, as henceforth not to scorn The facil gates of Hell too flightly barr'd.
So threaten'd he; but Satan to no threats Gave heed, but waxing more in rage reply'd. Then when I am thy captive talk of chains, 970 Proud limitary Cherub, but ere then Far heavier load thyfelf expect to feel From my prevailing arm, though Heaven's king Ride on thy wings, and thou with thy compeers, Us'd to the yoke, draw'ft his triumphant wheels In progrefs through the road of Heav'n ftar-pav'd. While thus he fpake, th' angelic fquadron bright Turn'd fiery red, fharp'ning in mooned horns Their phalanx, and began to hem him round With ported fpears, as thick as when a field 980 Of Ceres ripe for harvest waving bends Her bearded grove of ears, which way the wind Sways them; the careful plowman doubting stands, Lett on the threshing floor his hopeful fheaves Prove chaff. On t'other fide Satan alarm'd 985 Collecting all his might dilated stood, Like Teneriff or Atlas unremov'd: His ftature reach'd the sky, and on his creft Sat horror plum'd; nor wanted in his grafp What feem'd both spear and shield: now dreadful
Fame is not filent, here in hope to find Better abode, and my afflicted Powers To fettle here on earth, or in mid air; Though for poffeffion put to try once more What thou and thy gay legions dare againft; Whose cafier bafinefs were to ferve their Lord High up in Heav'n, with fongs to hymn his throne, And practis'd diftances to cringe, not fight. 945 To whom the warrior Angel foon reply'd. To fay and strait unfay, pretending firit Wife to fly pain, profeffing next the fpy, Argues no leader but a liar trac'd,
Satan, and couldft thou faithful add? O name, 950 O facred name of faithfulness profan'd! Faithful to whom? to thy rebellious crew? Army of Fiends, fit body to fit head. Was this your difcipline and faith engag'd, Your military obedience, to diffolve
Might have enfu'd, nor only Paradife
In this commotion, but the ftarry cope
Of Heav'u perhaps, or all the elements
At least had gone to wrack, disturb'd and torn With violence of this conflict, had not foon 995 Th' Eternal to prevent fuch horrid fray Hung forth in Heav'n his golden fcales, yet feen Betwixt Aftrea and the Scorpion fign, Wherein all things created firft he weigh'd, The pendulous round earth with balanc'd air 1009 In counterpoife, now ponders all events, Battels and realms: in thefe he put two weights The fequel each of parting and of fight; The latter quick up flew, and kick'd the bearn; Which Gabriel fpying, thus befpake the Fiend.
Satan, I know thy ftrength, and thou know't
1005 Neither our own, but giv'n: what folly then To boaft what arms can do? fince thine no more Than Heav'n permits, nor mine, though doubled
To trample thee as mire: for proof look up, 1010 And read thy lot in yon celeftial ûgn, Where thou art weigh'd, and fhown how light,
If thou refift. The Fiend look'd up, and knew His mounted scale aloft: nor more; but fled Murm'ring, and with him fled the fhades of night
THE AND OF THE FOURTH BOOK.
Morning approach'd, Eve relates to Adam her troublesome dream; he likes it not, yet comforts her: They come forth to their day labors: Their morning hymn at the door of their bower. God to render Man inexcufable fends Raphael to admonish him of his obedience, of his free eftate, of his enemy near at hand, who he is, and why bis enemy, and whatever elfe may avail Adam to know. Raphael comes down to Paradife, his appearance defcrib'd, his coming difcern'd by Adam afar off fitting at the door of his bower; he goes out to meet him, brings him to his lodge, entertains him with the choiceft fruits of Paradife got together by Eve; their difcourfe at table: Raphael performs his meffage, minds Adam of his ftate and of his enemy; relates at Adam's requeft who that enemy is, and how he came to be fo, beginning from his firft revolt in Heaven, and the occafion thereof; how he drew his legions after him to of the north, and there incited them to rebel with him, perfuading all but only Abdiel a Seraph, who in argument diffuades and oppofes him, then forfakes him.
OW morn her rofy fleps in th' eastern clime Advancing, fow'd the earth with orient pearl, When Adam wak'd, so custom'd, for his fleep Was aery light from pure digeflion bred, And temp'rate vapors bland, which th' only
Of leaves and fuming tills, Aurora's fan, Lightly dipers'd, and the fhrill matin fong i birds on every bough; fo much the more Ha wonder was to find unwaken'd Eve With treffes difcompos'd, and glowing check, 10 Asthrough unquiet reft; he on his fide Leaning half rais'd, with looks of cordial love Hang over her enamour'd, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces; then with voice Mild, as when Zephyrus on Flora breathes, Her hand foft touching, whifper'd thus. Awake My faireft, my efpous'd, my latest found, Heav'n's laft beft gift, my ever new delight, Awake; the morning fhines, and the fresh field 20
we lofe the prime, to mark how spring artended plants, how blows the citron grove, What drops the myrth, and what the balmy reed, How nature paints her colors, how the bee
Sits on the bloom extracting liquid fweet. Such whifp'ring wak'd her, but with startled eye On Adam, whom embracing thus fhe pake.
O fole in whom my thoughts find all repose, My glory, my perfection, glad I fee Thy face, and morn return'd; for I this night 30 (Such night till this I never pass'd) have dream'd, If dream'd, not as I oft am wont, of thee, Works of day pait, or morrow's next defign, But of offenfe and trouble, which my mind Knew never till this irkfome night: methought 35 Clofe at mine ear one call'd me forth to walk With gentle voice, I thought it thine; it faid, Why fleep't thou Eve? now is the pleasant time, The cool, the filent, fave where filence yields To the night-warbling bird, that now awake 40 Tunes sweetest his love-labor'd fong; now reigns Full orb'd the moon, and with more pleafing light Shadowy fets off the face of things; in vain, If none regard; Heav'n wakes with all his eyes, Whom to behold but thee, Nature's defire? In whofe fight all things joy, with ravishment- Attracted by thy beauty ftill to gaze.
I rofe as at thy call, but found thee not; To find thee I directed then my walk;
By us oft feen; his dewy locks diftill'd Ambrofia; on that tree he alfo gaz'd; And O fair plant, faid he, with fruit furcharg'd, Deigns none to cafe thy load and taste thy sweet, Nor God, nor Man? is knowledge fo defpis'd? 60 Or envy' or what referve forbids to taite? Forbid who will, none fhall from me withhold Longer thy offer'd good, why elfe fet here? This faid, he paus'd not, but with ventrous arm He pluck'd, he tafted; me damp horror chill'd 65 At fuch bold words vouch'd with a deed so hold : But he thus overjoy'd, O fruit divine, Swect of thyself, but much more fweet thus cropt, Forbidden here, it feems, as only fit For Gods, yet able to make Gods of Men: And why not Gods of Men, fince good, the more Communicated, more abundant grows; The author not impair'd, but honor'd more? Here, happy creature, fair angelic Eve, Partake thou allo: happy though thou art, Happier thou may'ft be, worthier can not be : Tatte this, and be henceforth among the Gods Thyfelf a Goddefs, not to earth confin'd, But fometimes in the air, as we, fometimes Aftend to Heav'n, by merit thine, and fee What life the Gods live there, and fuch live thou. So faying, he drew nigh, and to me held, Ev'n to my mouth of that fame fruit held part Which he had pluck'd; the pleasant favory fmell So quicken'd appetite, that I, methought, Could not but tafte. Forthwith up to the clouds With him I flew, and underneath beheld The earth outstretch'd immense, a prospect wide And various: wond'ring at my flight and change To this high exaltation; suddenly
My guide was gone, and I, methought, funk down, And fell asleep; but O how glad I wak'd To find this but a dream! Thus Eve her night Related, and thus Adam anfwer'd fad.
Beft image of myself and dearer half, The trouble of thy thoughts this night in fleep Affects me equally; nor can I like This uncouth dream, of evil fprung I fear; Yet evil whence? in thee can harbour none, Created pure. But know that in the foul Are many leffer faculties, that ferve Reafon as chief; among thefe fancy next Her office holds; of all external things, Which the five watchful fenfes reprefent, She forms imaginations, aery fhapes, Which reafon joining or disjoining, frames All what we' affirm or what deny, and call Our knowledge or opinion; then retires Into her private cell when nature reûs. Oft in her abfence mimic fancy wakes To imitate her: but misjoining fhapes, Wild works produces oft, and most in dreams, Il matching words and deeds long past or late.
Some fuch resemblances methinks I find
Of our last evening's talk, in this thy dream, 115 But with addition itrange! yet be not fad. Evil into the Mind of God or Man May come and go, fo unapprov'd, and leave No fpot or blame behind: Which gives me hope That what in fleep thou didst abhor to dream, 120 Waking thou never wilt confent to do.
Be not dishearten'd then, nor cloud thofe looks, That wont to be more chearful and ferene, Than when fair morning first fmiles on the world; And let us to our fresh employments rife 125 Among the groves, the fountains, and the flowers That open now their choiceft bofom'd smells, Referv'd from night, and kept for thee in store. So cheard he his fair fpoufe, and the was chear'd,
But filently a gentle tear lot fall From either eye, and wip'd them with her hair; Two other precious drops that ready stood, Each in their crystal fluce, he ere they fell Kifs'd, as the gracious figns of fweet remorfe And pious awe, that fear'd to have offended. 135 So all was clear'd, and to the field they hate. But first, from under fhady arbo'rous roof Soon as they forth were come to open fight Of day-fpring, and the fun, who scarce up rifen, With wheels yet hovering o'er the ocean brim, 143 Shot parallel to the earth his dewy ray, Difcovering in wide landskip all the eart Of Paradife and Eden's happy plains, Lowly they bow'd adoring, and began Their orifons, each morning duly paid In various file; for neither various ftile Nor holy rapture wanted they to praife Their Maker, in fit ftrains pronounc'd or fung Unmeditated, fuch prompt eloquence Flow'd from their lips, in profe or numerous verfe, Mere tuneable than needed lute or harp To add more sweetness; and they thus began. Thefe are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this univerfal frame, Thus wond'rous fair; thyfeif how wond'rousther! Unspeakable, who fitft above these heavens 156 To us invisible, or dimly feen
In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and pow'r divine. Speak ye who beit can tell, ye fons of light, 16: Angels; for ye behold him, and with fongs And choral fymphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven, On Earth join all ye Creatures to extol Him first, him lait, him midit, and without et Fairest of itars, lait in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'it the filing mors With thy bright circlet, praife him in thy iphere, While day arifes, that sweet hour of prime. 170 Thou Sun, of this great world both eye and fou, Acknowledge him thy greater; found his praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb't, And when high noon haft gain'd, and when thou
Moon, that now meet'it the orient fun, now fiy', With the fix'd ftars, fix'd in their orb that flies,
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