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Or open admiration, him behold,

On whom the great Creator hath bestow'd
Worlds, and on whom hath all these graces pour'd:
That both in him, and all things, as is meet,
The universal Maker we may praise;
Who justly hath driven out his rebel foes,
To deepest Hell; and, to repair that loss,
Created this new happy race of men,
To serve him better: wise are all his ways!"
So spake the false dissembler unperceived;
For neither man nor angel can discern
Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks

Invisible, except to God alone,

By his permissive will, through heaven and earth:
And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps
At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity
Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill,
Where no ill seems: which now, for once, beguiled
Uriel, though regent of the sun, and held
The sharpest-sighted Spirit of all in Heaven;
Who, to the fraudulent impostor foul,
In his uprightness, answer thus return'd:
"Fair angel! thy desire, which tends to know
The works of God, thereby to glorify


great Work-Master, leads to no excess
That reaches blame, but rather merits praise,
The more it seems excess, that led thee hither,
From thy empyreal mansion, thus alone;
To witness with thine eyes, what some perhaps,
Contented with report, hear only in Heaven:
For wonderful indeed are all his works,

Pleasant to know, and worthiest to be all
Had in remembrance, always with delight.
But what created mind can comprehend
Their number, or the wisdom infinite

That brought them forth, but hid their causes deep?
I when at his word the formless mass,
This world's material mould, came to a heap:
Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar
Stood ruled; stood vast infinitude confined:
Till, at his second bidding, darkness fled,
Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.
Swift, to their several quarters, hasted then
The cumbrous elements, earth, flood, air, fire;
And this etherial quintessence of Heaven
Flew upward, spirited with various forms,
That roll'd orbicular, and turn'd to stars
Numberless, as thou seest, and how they move;
Each had his place appointed, each his course:
The rest in circuit walls this universe.

Look downward on that globe, whose hither side,
With light from hence, though but reflected, shines;
That place is Earth, the seat of man; that light
His day; which else, as the other hemisphere,
Night would invade: but there the neighbouring
So call that opposite fair star, her aid [moon,
Timely interposes; and her monthly round
Still ending, still renewing through mid heaven,
With borrowed light her countenance triform
Hence fills and empties to enlighten the earth;
And, in her pale dominion, checks the night.
That spot, to which I point, is Paradise,

Adam's abode; those lofty shades, his bower.
Thy way thou canst not miss, me mine requires."
Thus said, he turn'd; and Satan, bowing low,
As to superior spirits is wont in Heaven,
Where honour due and reverence none neglects,
Took leave; and, toward the coast of earth beneath,
Down from the ecliptic, sped with hoped success,
Throws his steep flight in many an airy wheel,
Nor staid, till on Niphates' top he lights.




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