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Lenty/ they bowd adoring and began
Book V. line 144.
Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
174 Moon, that now meets the orient Sun, now fly’st, With the fix'd stars, fix'd in their orb that flies, And
five other wand'ring fires that move In mystic dance not without song, resound His praise, who out of darkness call’d up light. Air, and ye Elements, the eldest birth 180 Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix And nourish all things, let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise 185 From hill or steaming lake, dusky or grey, Till the Sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise, Whether to deck with clouds th' uncolour'd sky, Or wet the thirsty earth with falling show'rs, Rising or falling still advance his praise. 191 His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters
Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops, ye
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 ev'n, 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 conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark.
So pray'd they innocent, and to their thoughts Firm peace recover'd soon and wonted calm. 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, pamper’dboughs,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 him call’d Raphael, the sociable Sp’rit, that deign'd
To travel with Tobias, and secur'd
Raphael, said he, thou hear’st what stir on Earth
advise him of his happy state, Happiness in his pow'r left free to will,
235 Left to his own free will, his will though free, Yet mutable; whence warn him to beware He swerve not too secure. Tell him withal His danger, and from whom; what enemy, Late fall’n himself from Heav'n, is plotting now The fall of others from like state of bliss.
241 By vi'lence ? No, for that shall be withstood; But by deceit and lies. This let him know, Lest wilfully transgressing he pretend Surprisal, unadmonish’d, unforewarn’d.
245 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 250 Veil'd with his gorgeous wings, up springing light Flew through the midst of Heav'n ; th' angelic choirs,