To Satan; let him tempt and now assay
His utmost subtilty, because he boasts
And vaunts of his great cunning to the throng
Of his apostacy; he might have learnt
Less overweening since he fail'd in Job,
Whose constant perseverance: overcame
What'er his cruel malice could invent.
He now shall know I can produce a Man
Of female seed, far abler to resist
All his solicitations, and at length

All his vast force, and drive him back to hell,
Winning by conquest what the first man lost,
By fallacy surpris'd. But first I mean
To exercise him in the wilderness;

There shall he first lay down the rudiments
Of his great warfare, ere I send him forth
To conquer Sin and Death, the two grand foes
By humiliation and strong sufferance;

His weakness shall o'ercome Satanic strength,
And all the world, and mass of sinful flesh;
That all the angels and ethereal powers,
They now, and men hereafter, may discern
From what consummate virtue I have chose
This perfect Man, by merit call'd my Son.
To earn salvation for the sons of men.

So spake th' eternal Father, and all heaven
Admiring stood a space, then into hymns
Burst forth, and in celestial measures mov'd,
Circling the throne and singing, while the hand
Sung with the voice, and this the argument:
Vict'ry and triumph to the Son of God,
Now ent'ring his great duel, not of arms,
But to vanquish by wisdom hellish wiles.
The Father knows the Son; therefore secure
Ventures his filial virtue, though untried,
Against whate'er may tempt, whate'er seduce,
Allure, or terrify, or undermine.

Be frustrate all ye stratagems of hell,
And devilish machinations come to nought.

So they in heaven their odes and vigils tun'd;
Meanwhile the Son of God, who yet some days
Lodg'd in Bethabara, where John baptiz'd,
Musing and much revolving in his breast,
How best the mighty work he might begin
Of Saviour to mankind, and which way first
Publish his godlike office now mature,

One day forth walk'd alone, the Spirit leading,
And his deep thoughts, the better to converse
With Solitude, till far from track of men,
Thought following thought, and step by step led on,
He enter'd now the bord'ring desert wild,

And with dark shades and rocks environ'd round,
His holy meditations thus pursu❜d':

O what a multitude of thoughts at once Awaken'd in me swarm, while I consider What from within I feel myself, and hear What from without comes often to my ears, Ill sorting with my present state compar'd! When I was yet a child, no childish play To me was pleasing all my mind was set Serious to learn and know, and thence to do What might be public good: myself I thought Born to that end, born to promote all truth, All righteous things: therefore above my years, The law of God I read, and found it sweet, Made it my whole delight, and in it grew To such perfection, that ere yet my age Had measur'd twice six years, at our great feast I went into the temple, there to hear The teachers of our law, and to propose What might improve my knowledge, or their own; And was admir'd by all: yet this not all To which my spirit aspir'd: victorious deeds Flam'd in my heart, heroic acts, one while To rescue Israel from the Roman yoke, Then to subdue and quell o'er all the earth Brute violence and proud tyrannic power, Till truth were freed, and equity restor❜d:

Yet held it more humane, more heavenly, first,
By winning words, to conquer willing hearts,
And make Persuasion do the work of Fear;
At least to try, and teach the erring soul
Not wilfully mis-doing, but unaware
Misled; the stubborn only to subdue.

These growing thoughts, my mother soon perceiving
By words at times cast forth, inly rejoic'd,"
And said to me apart,- High are thy thoughts,
O Son, but nourish them, and let them soar
To what height sacred virtue and true worth
Can raise them, though above example high;
By matchless deeds express thy matchless Sire.
For know, thou art no son of mortal man ;
Though men esteem thee low of parentage,
Thy Father is th' eternal King, who rules
All heaven and earth, angels and sons of men.
A messenger from God foretold thy birth
Conceiv'd in me a virgin; he foretold

Thou shouldst be great, and sit on David's throne,
And of thy kingdom there should be no end.
At thy nativity a glorious choir

Of angels in the fields of Bethlehem sung
To shepherds, watching at their folds by night,
And told them the Messiah now was born,
Where they might see him, and to thee they came,
Directed to the manger where thou lay'st,
For in the inn was left no better room;
A star, not seen before, in heaven appearing,
Guided the wise men thither from the east,
To honour thee with incense, myrrh, and gold,
By whose bright course led on they found the place,
Affirming it thy star new graven in heaven,
By which they knew the King of Israel born.
Just Simeon and prophetic Anna, warn'd
By vision, found thee in the temple, and spake
Before the altar and the vested priest,
Like things of thee to all that present stood.'-
This having heard, straight I again revolv'd

The law and prophets, searching what was writ
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 essay, ev'n to the death,
Ere I the promis'd kingdom can attain,

Or work redemption for mankind, whose sins
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 have heard,
Not knew by sight) 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

Straight knew me, and with loudest voice proclaim'd
Me him, (for it was shown him so 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 rose out of the laving stream,
Heaven 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 heaven, pronounc'd me his,
Me his beloved Son, in whom alone

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
Into this wildernss; to what intent

I learn not yet, perhaps I need not know;
For what concerns my knowledge God reveals.
So spoke our Morning Star, then in his rise,
And, looking round on every side, beheld
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
Lodg'd in his breast, as well might recommend
Such solitude before choicest society.
Full forty days he pass'd, whether on hill
Sometimes, anon in shady vale, each night
Under the covert of some ancient oak,
Or cedar, to defend him from the dew,
Or harbour'd in lone cave, is not reveal'd;
Nor tasted human food, nor hunger felt
Till those days ended, hunger'd then at last
Among wild beasts; they at his sight grew mild,
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,
Or wither'd sticks to gather, which might serve
Against a winter's day, when winds blow keen,
To warm 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 spoke:
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 dropp'd not here
His carcass, pin'd with hunger and with drought.
I ask thee rather, and the more admire,

For that to me thou seem'st the Man whom late
Our new baptising Prophet at the ford

Of Jordan honour'd so, and call'd thee Son

Of God, I saw and heard; for we sometimes,

Who dwell this wild; constrain'd by want come forth
To town or village nigh, (nighest is far,)

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,
Will bring me hence; no other guide I seek.
By miracle he may, replied the swain ;

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