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Their arms away they threw, and to the hills (For earth hath this variety from Heav'n 640 Of pleasure situate in hill and dale) Light as the lightning glimpse they ran, they flew; From their foundations loos'ning to and fro They pluck'd the seated hills with all their load, Rocks, waters, woods, and by the shaggy tops Uplifting bore them in their hands. Amaze, Be sure, and terror seiz'd the rebel host, When coming towards them so dread they saw The bottom of the mountains upward turn'd; Till on those cursed engines triple-row 650 They saw them whelm’d, and all their confidence Under the weight of mountains buried deep; Themselves invaded next, and on their heads Main promontories flung, which in the air Came shadowing, and oppress'd whole legions arm’d; • Their armor help'd their harm, crush'd in and bruis’d Into their substance pent, which wrought them pain Implacable, and many a dolorous groan, Long struggling underneath, ere they could wind Qut of such prison, though Spi'rits of purest light, Purest at first, now gross by sinning grown. 661 The rest in imitation to like arms Betook them, and the neighb’ring hills uptore: So hills amid the air encounter'd hills, Hurld to and fro with jaculation dire, That under ground they fought in dismal shade ; Infernal noise; war seem'd a civil game To this uproar; horrid confusion heap'd

Upon confusion rose ; and now all Heav'n
Had gone to wrack, with ruin overspread, 670
Had not th’ Almighty Father, where he sits
Shrin'd in his sanctuary of Heav'n secure,
Consulting on the sum of things, foreseen
This tumult, and permitted all, advis’d:
That his great purpose he might so fulfil,
To honor his anointed Son aveng'd
Upon his enemies, and to declare
All power on him transferr’d: whence to his Son,
Th' assessor of his throne, he thus began:

Effulgence of my glory, Son belov’d, 680
Son in whose face invisible is beheld
Visibly, what by deity I am,
And in whose hand what by decree I do,
Second Omnipotence, two days are past,
Two days, as we compute the days of Heav'n,
Since Michael and his powers went fort
These disobedient: sore had been their fight,
As likeliest was, when two such foes met arm'd:
For to themselves I left them, and thou know'st,
Equal in their creation they were formid, 690
Save what sin hath impair’d, which yet hath wrought
Insensibly, for I suspend their doom ;
Whence in perpetual fight they needs must last
Endless, and no solution will be found :
War wearied hath perform'd what war can do,
And to disorder'd rage let loose the reins,
With mountains as with weapons arm’d, which
Wild work in Heav'n, and dange'rous to the main.
Two days are therefore past, the third is thine ;
For thee I have ordain'd it, and thus far 700
Have suffer'd, that the glory may be thine
Of ending this great war, since none but thou
Can end it. Into thee such virtue' and grace
Immense I have transfus'd, that all may know
In Heav'n and hell thy pow'r above compare ;
And this perverse commotion govern'd thus,
To manifest thee worthiest to be Heir
Of all things, to be Heir and to be King
By sacred unction, thy deserved right.
Go then, thou Mightiest in thy Father's might, 710
Ascend my chariot, guide the rapid wheels
That shake Heav’n’s basis, bring forth all my war,
My bow and thunder, my almighty arms
Gird on, and sword upon thy puissant thigh ;
Pursue these sons of Darkness, drive them out
From all Heav'n's bounds into the utter deep:
There let them learn, as likes them, to despise
God and Messiah his anointed King.
He said, and on his Son with


to tame


direct Shone full; he all his Father full expressid 720 Ineffably into his face receiv’d; And thus the filial dhead answ'ring spake :

O Father, O Supreme of heav'nly thrones, First, Highest, Holiest, Best, thou always seek'st To glorify thy Son, I always thee, As is most just; this I my glory' account, My exaltation, and my whole delight,




That thou in me well pleas’d, declarost thy will
Fulfill'd, which to fulfil is all my bliss.
Sceptre and pow'r, thy giving, I assume,

And gladlier shall resign, when in the end
Thou shalt be all in all, and I in thee
For ever, and in me all whom thou lov'st:
But whom thou hat'st, I hate, and can put on
Thy terrors, as I put thy mildness on,
Image of thee in all things; and shall soon,
Arm'd with thy might, rid Heav'n of these rebell'd,
To their prepard ill mansion driven down,
To chains of darkness, and th' undying worm,
That from thy, just obedience could revolt, 740
Whom to obey is happiness entire.
Then shall thy Saints unmix'd, and from th' impure
Far separate, circling thy holy mount
Unfeigned Halleluiahs to thee sing,
Hymns of high praise, and I among them chief.

So said, he o'er his sceptre bowing, rose From the right hand of Glory where he sat; And the third sacred morn began to shine, Dawning through Heav'n : forth rush'd with whirl

wind sound The chariot of paternal Deity, Flashing thick flames, wheel within wheel undrawn, Itself instinct with spirit, but convoy'd By four Cherubic shapes; four faces each Had wondrous; as with stars their bodies all And wings were set with eyes, with eyes the wheels Of beryl, and carcering fires between i


Over their heads a crystal firmament,
Whereon a sapphire throne, inlaid with pure
Amber, and colors of the show'ry arch.
He in celestial panoply all arm’d

Of radiant Urim, work divinely wrought,
Ascended; at his right hand Victory
Sat eagle-wing'd; beside him hung his bow
And quiver with three-bolted thunder stor’d,
And from about him fierce effusion roll'd
Of smoke and bickering flame and sparkles dire ;
Attended with ten thousand thousand Saints,
He onward çame, far off his coming shone ;
And twenty thousand (I their number heard)
Chariots of God, half on each hand were seen:
He on the wings of Cherub rode sublime 771
On the crystalline sky, in sapphire thrond,
Illustrious far and wide, but by his own
First seen; them unexpected joy surpris'd
When the great ensign of Messiah blaz’d
Aloft by Angels borne, his sign in Heav'n;
Under whose conduct Michael soon reduc'd
His army, circumfus'd on either wing,
Under their head embodied all in one.
Before him Power Divine his way prepar'd: 780
At his command th’ uprooted hills retir'd
Each to his place; they heard his voice, and went
Obsequious; Heav'n his wonted face renew'd,
And with fresh flow'rets hill and valley smild,
This saw his hapless foes, but stood obdur'd,
And to rebellious fight rallied their powers

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