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Two other precious drops that ready stood,
So all was clear'd, and to the field they haste.
These are thy glorious works, Parent of good! Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then! Unspeakable, who sitst above these heav'ns 156 To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of Light, 160 Angels; far ye behold him, and with songs
And choral symphonies, day without night,
Rising or falling still advance his praise.
that warble as ye flow 195 Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. Join voices all ye living Souls: ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your'notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye
that walk 200 The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill or valley, fountain, or fresh shade Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord! be bounteous still * 205 To give us only good; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil or conceald, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark.
So pray'd they innocent, and to their thoughts Firm
peace recover'd soon and wonted calmi. 210 On to their morning's rural work they haste Among sweet dews and flow'rs; where any row Of fruit-trees over-woody reach'd too far Their pamperd boughs, and needed hands to check Fruitless embraces: or they led the vine 215 To wed her elm ; she spous’d about him twines Her marriageable arms, and with her brings Her dow'r th' adopted clusters, to adorn His barren leaves. Them thus employ'd beheld With pity Heav'n's high King, and to bim call?d
Raphael, the sociable spi'rit, that deign'd 221
Raphael, said he, thou hear'st what stir on Earth
So spake th' eternal Father, and fulfill'd All justice: nor delay'd the winged saint After his charge receiv'd; but from among Thousand celestial Ardors, where he stood 249 Veild with his gorgeous wings, up springing light Flew through the midst of Heav'n; th' angelic
quires, On each hand parting, to his speed gave way Through all th' empyreal road; till at the gate Of Heav'n arriv’d, the gate self-open'd wide On golden hinges turning, as by work 255 Divine the Sovran Architect had fram'd. From hence no cloud, or, to obstruct his sight, Star interpos’d, however small he see's, Not unconform to other shining globes, Earth and the garden of God, with cedars crown'd Above all hills. As when by night the glass 261 Of Galileo, less assur'd, observes Imagin’d lands and regions in the moon: Or pilot, from amidst the Cyclades Delos or Samos first appearing, kens
265 A cloudy spot. Down thither prone in flight He speeds, and through the vast ethereal sky Sails between worlds and worlds, with steddy wing Now on the polar winds, then with quick fan Winnows the buxom air; till within soar 270 Of tow'ring eagles, to' all the fowls he seems A phenix, gaz'd by all, as that sole bird, When to inshrine his reliques in the Sun's Bright temple, to Egyptian Thebes he flies. At once on th' eastern cliff of Paradise : 275 He lights, and to his proper shape returns A seraph wing'd; six wings he wore, to shade His lineamients divine ; the pair that clad Each shoulder broad came mantling o'er his breast