Our voluntary service he requires, Not our necessitated; such with him
Finds no acceptance, nor can find; for how Can hearts, not free, be try'd whether they serve Willing or no, who will but what they must By destiny, and can no other choose? Myself and all th' angelic host, that stand In sight of God enthron'd, our happy state Hold as you yours, while our obedience holds : On other surety none; freely we serve, Because we freely love, as in our will To love or not; in this we stand or fall; And some are fall'n, to disobedience fall'n, And so from heav'n to deepest hell: O fall From what high state of bliss into what wo! To whom our great progenitor: Thy words Attentive, and with more delighted ear, Divine instructor, I have heard, than when Cherubic songs by night from neighb'ring hill Aereal music send; nor know I not
To be both will and deed created free; Yet that we never shall forget to love Our Maker, and obey him whose command Single is yet so just, my constant thoughts
Assur'd me, and still assure: though what thou tell'st Hath pass'd in heav'n, some doubt within me move, But more desire to hear, if thou consent,
The full relation, which must needs be strange, Worthy of sacred silence to be heard ;
And we have yet large day, for scarce the sun Hath finish'd half his journey, and scarce begins His other half in the great zone of heav'n. Thus Adam made request; and Raphael After short pause assenting, thus began:
High matter thou enjoin'st me, O prime of men, Sad task and hard; for how shall I relate To human sense th' invisible exploits Of warring spirits? how without remorse The ruin of so many glorious once,
And perfect while they stood? how last unfold The secrets of another world, perhaps Not lawful to reveal? yet for thy good
This is dispens'd: and what surmounts the reach Of human sense, I shall delineate so, By likening spiritual to corporeal forms,
As may express them best; though what if earth Be but the shadow of heav'n, and things therein Each to other like, more than on earth is thought? As yet this world was not, and Chaos wild Reign'd where these heav'ns, now roll, where earth
Upon her centre pois'd; when on a day (For time, though in eternity, apply'd To motion, measures all things durable By present, past, and future,) on such day
As heav'n's great year brings forth, th' empyreal host Of angels by imperial summons call'd Innumerable before th' Almighty's throne Forthwith from all the ends of heav'n appear'd Under their hierarchies in orders bright: Ten thousand thousand ensigns high advanc'd, Standards and gonfalons 'twixt van and rear Stream in the air, and for distinction serve Of hierarchies, of orders, and degrees; Or in their glittering tissues bear emblaz'd Haly memorials, acts of zeal and love Recorded eminent. Thus when in orbs Of circuit inexpressible they stood, Orb within orb, the Father infinite, By whom in bliss imbosom'd sat the Son, Amidst as from a flaming mount, whose top Brightness had made invisible, thus spake: Hear all ye angels, progeny of light,
Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers, Hear my decree, which unrevok'd shall stand. This day I have begot whom I declare
My only Son, and on this holy hill
Him have anointed, whom ye now behold
At my right hand: your head I him appoint; And by myself have sworn to him shall bow All knees in heav'n, and shall confess him Lord: Under his great vicegerent reign abide United as one individual soul
For ever happy; him who disobeys, Me disobeys, breaks union, and that day Cast out from God, and blessed vision, falls Into utter darkness, deep ingulf'd, his place Ordain'd without redemption, without end.
So spake th' Omnipotent, and with his words. All seem'd well pleas'd: all seem'd, but were not all, That day, as other solemn days, they spent In song and dance about the sacred hill; Mystical dance, which yonder starry sphere Of planets and of fix'd in all her wheels Resembles nearest, mazes intricate, Eccentric, intervolv'd, yet regular
Then most, when most irregular they seem; And in their motions harmony divine
So smooths her charming tones, that God's own ear Listens delighted. Evening now approach'd (For we have also our evening and our morn, We ours for change delectable, not need,) Forthwith from dance to sweet repast they turn Desirous; all in circles as they stood, Tables are set, and on a sudden pil'd With angels' food, and rubied nectar flows In pearl, in diamond, and massy gold,
Fruit of delicious vines, the growth of heav'n.
On flow'rs repos'd, and with fresh flow'rets crown'd, They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy, secure
Of surfeit where full measure only bounds Excess, before th' all-bounteous King, who show'r'd With copious hand, rejoicing in their joy.
Now when ambrosial night with clouds exhal'd From that high mount of God, whence light and shade Spring both, the face of brightest heav'n had chang'd
The grateful twilight (for night comes not there In darker veil,) and roseate dews dispos'd All but th' unsleeping eyes of God to rest; Wide over the plain, and wider far
Than all this globous earth in plain outspread (Such are the courts of God,) th' angelic throng, Dispers'd in bands and files, their
camp extend By living streams among the trees of life, Pavilions numberless, and sudden rear'd Celestial tabernacles, where they slept
Fann'd with cool winds; save those who in their course Melodious hymn about the sov'reign throne Alternate, all night long: but not so wak'd Satan so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heav'n; he of the first, If not the first arch-angel, great in pow'r, In favour and pre-eminence, yet fraught With envy against the Son of God, that day Honour'd by his great Father, and proclaim'd Messiah King anointed, could not bear
Through pride that sight, and thought himself impair'd, Deep malice thence conceiving, and disdain; Soon as midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence, he resolv'd With all his legions to dislodge, and leave Unworship'd unobey'd the throne supreme Contemptuous, and his next subordinate Awak'ning, thus to him in secret spake :
Sleep'st thou, companion dear, what sleep can close Thy eye-lids? and rememb'rest what decree Of yesterday, so late hath pass'd the lips
Of heaven's Almighty. Thou to me thy thoughts Wast wont, I mine to thee was wont t' impart : Both waking we were one; how then can now Thy sleep dissent? New laws thou seest impos'd; New laws from him who reigns, new minds In us who serve, new counsels, to debate What doubtful may ensue: more in this place To utter is not safe. Assemble thou
Of all those myriads which we lead the chief; Tell them that by command, ere yet dim night Her shadowy cloud withdraws I am to haste, And all who under me their banners wave, Homeward with flying march where we possess The quarters of the north; there to prepare Fit entertainment to receive our King, The great Messiah, and his new commands, Who speedily through all the hierarchies Intends to pass triumphant, and give laws. So spake the false arch-angel, and infus'd Bad influence into th' unwary breast Of his associate: he together calls,
Or several one by one, the regent powers, Under him regent; tells, as he was taught, That the most High commanding, now ere night, Now ere dim night had disencumber'd heav'n, The great hierarchial standard was to move; Tells the suggested cause, and casts between Ambiguous words and jealousies, to sound Or taint integrity; but all obey'd
The wonted signal, and superior voice Of their great potentate; for great indeed His name, and high was his degree in heav'n; His count'nance, as the morning star that guides The starry flock, allur'd them, and with lies Drew after him the third part of heav'n's host. Meanwhile th' eternal eye, whose sight discerns Abstrusest thoughts, from forth his holy mount And from within the golden lamps that burn Nightly before him, saw without their light Rebellion rising, saw in whom, how spread Among the sons of morn, what multitudes Were banded to oppose his high decree; And smiling to his only Son thus said:
Son, thou in whom my glory I behold In full resplendence, heir of all my might, Nearly it now concerns us to be sure Of our omnipotence, and with what arms
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