Into thin air diffus'd: for now began Night with her sullen wings to double-shade 500 The desert; fowls in their clay nests were couch'd; And now wild beasts came forth the woods to roam. The End of the First Book. PARADISE REGAIN’D. BOOK II. MEAN while the new-baptiz'd, who yet remain'd And on that high authority had believ'd, 5 ΤΟ And with him talk'd, and with him lodg'd, I mean The city' of Palms, Ænon, and Salem old, Volume III. C 20 Or in Perea; but return'd in vain. Then on the bank of Jordan, by a creek, 25 Where winds with reeds and osiers whisp'ring play, Their unexpected loss and plaints out breath'd. 35 For whither is he gone, what accident Hath wrapt him from us? will he now retire 40 After appearance, and again prolong Our expectation? God of Israël, Send thy Messiah forth, the time is come; Behold the kings of th' earth how they oppress 50 Lay on his Providence; he will not fail, 55 Nor will withdraw him now, nor will recal, 60 [pure, 66 70 Thus they out of their plaints new hope resume To find whom at the first they found unsought: But to his mother Mary, when she saw Others return'd from baptism, not her son, Nor left at Jordan tidings of him none, Within her breast, though calm, her breast though Motherly cares and fears got head, and rais'd [clad. Some troubled thoughts, which she in sighs thus O what avails me now that honor high To have conceiv'd of God, or that salute Hail highly favour'd, among women blest! While I to sorrows am no less advanc'd, And fears as eminent, above the lot Of other women, by the birth I bore, In such a season born when scarce a shed Could be obtain'd to shelter him or ine From the bleak air; a stable was our warmth, A manger his; yet soon enforc'd to fly Thence into Egypt, till the murd'rous king Were dead, who sought his life, and missing fill'd With infant blood the streets of Bethlehem ; From Egypt home return'd, in Nazareth Hath been our dwelling many years; his life Private, unactive, calm, contemplative, Little suspicious to any king; but now Full grown to man, acknowledg'd, as I hear, 75 80 Sir, what ill chance hath brought thee to this So far from path or road of men, who pass [place In troop or caravan ? for single none Durst ever, who return'd, and dropt not here 324 For that to me thou seem'st the Man whom late Of Jordan honor'd so, and call'd thee Son [forth 340 What other way I see not, for we here He ended, and the Son of God reply'd : Think'st thou such force in bread? Is it not written 350 |