By model, or by shading pencil, drawn.
The stairs were such as whereon Jocob saw Angels ascending and descending, bands
Of Guardians bright, when he from Esau fled To Padan-Aram, in the field of Luz Dreaming by night under the open sky, And waking cried, This is the gate of Heaven. Each stair mysteriously was meant, nor stood There always, but drawn up to Heaven sometimes Viewless; and underneath a bright sea flow'd Of jasper, or of liquid pearl, whereon Who after came from Earth, sailing arrived Wafted by Angels, or flew o'er the lake Wrapp'd in a chariot drawn by fiery steeds. The stairs were then let down, whether to dare The Fiend by easy ascent, or aggravate His sad exclusion from the doors of bliss: Direct against which open'd from beneath, Just o'er the blissful seat of Paradise,
A passage down to the Earth, a passage wide, Wider by far than that of after-times
Over Mount Sion, and, though that were large, Over the Promised Land to God so dear;
By which to visit oft those happy tribes,
On high behest his Angels to and fro
Pass'd frequent, and his eye with choice regard From Paneas, the fount of Jordan's flood,
To Beersaba where the Holy Land Borders on Egypt and the Arabian shore;
So wide the opening seem'd, where bounds were set To darkness, such as bound the ocean wave, Satan from hence, now on the lower stair, That scaled by steps of gold to Heaven-gate, Looks down with wonder at the sudden view Of all this World at once. As when a scout, Through dark and desert ways with peril gone All night, at last by break of cheerful dawn
Obtains the brow of some high-climbing hill, Which to this eye discovers unaware The goodly prospect of some foreign land First seen, or some renown'd metropolis With glistering spires and pinnacles adorned, Which now the rising Sun gilds with his beams: Such wonder seized, though after Heaven seen, The Spirit malign, but much more envy seized, At sight of all this World beheld so fair. Round he surveys (and well might where he stood So high above the circling canopy
Of night's extended shade,) from eastern point Of Liba to the fleecy star that bears Andromeda far off Atlantic seas
Beyond the horizon; then from pole to pole He views in breadth, and without longer pause Down right into the World's first region throws His flight precipitant, and winds with ease Through the pure marble air his oblique way Amongst innumerable stars, that shone
Stars distant, but nigh hand seem'd other worlds; Or other worlds they seem'd, or happy isles, Like those Hesperian gardens famed of ld, Fortunate fields, and groves, and flowery vales, Thrice happy isles, but who dwelt happy there He staid not to inquire: above them all The golden Sun, in splendor likest Heaven, Allured his eye; thither his course he bends Through the calm firmament (but up or down, By centre, or eccentric, hard to tell, Or longitude,) where the great luminary Aloof the vulgar constellations thick, That from his lordly eye keep distance due, Disperses light from far; they, as they move Their starry dance in numbers that compute Days, months, and years, towards his all cheering lamp Turn swift their various motions, or are turn'd
By his magnetic beam, that gently warms The universe, and to each inward part With gentle penetration, though unseen, Shoots invisible virtue even to the deep; So wondrously was set his station bright. Their lands the Fiend, a spot like which perhaps Astronomer in the Sun's lucent orb.
Through his glazed optic tube yet never saw, The place he found beyond expression bright. Compared with aught on Earth, metal or stone'; Not all parts like, put all alike informed With radiant light, as glowing iron with fire; If metal, part seemed gold, part silver clear; If stone, carbuncle most or crysolite, Ruby or topaz, to the twelve that shone In Aaron's breastplate, and a stone besides Imagined rather oft, than elsewhere seen, That stone, or like to that which here below Philosophers in vain so long have sought, In vain, though by their powerful art they bind Volatile Hermes, and call up unbound
In various shapes of old Proteus from the sea, Drain'd through a limbeck to his native form What wonder then if fields and regions here Breathe forth elixir pure, and rivers run Portable gold, when with one virtuous touch The Arch-Chemic Sun, so far from us remote, Produces, with terrestrial humor mix'd, Here in the dark so many precious things Of color glorious and effect so rare? Here matter new to gaze the Devil met Undazzled; far and wide his eye commands, For sight no obstacle found here, nor shade, But all sunshine, as when his beams at noon Culminate from the equator, as they now Shot upward still direct, whence no way round Shadow from body opaque can fall; and the air,
No where so clear, sharpened by his visual ray
To objects distant far, whereby he soon Saw within ken a glorious Angel stand,
The same whom John saw also in the Sun; His back was turned, but not his brightness hid; Of beaming sunny rays a golden tiar
Circled his head, nor less his locks behind Illustrious on his shoulders fledge with wings Lay waving round; on some great charge employed He seemed, or fixed in cogitation deep.
Glad was the Spirit impure, as now in hope To find who might direct his wandering flight To Paradise, the happy seat of Man,
His journey's end and our beginning wo. But first he casts to change his proper shape, Which else might work him danger or delay; And now a stripling Cherub he appears, Not of the prime, yet such as in his face Youth smiled celestial, and to every limb Suitable grace diffused, so well he feign'd: Under a coronet his flowing hair
In curles on either cheek play'd; wings he wore Of many a color'd plume, sprinkled with gold; His habit fit for speed succinet, and held Before his decent steps a silver wand.
He drew not nigh unheard; the Angel bright, Ere he drew nigh, his radiant visage turn'd, Admonish'd by his ear, and straight was known The Archangel Uriel, one of the seven
Who in God's presence, nearest to his throne, Stand ready at command, and are his eyes
That run through all the Heavens, or down to the Farth Bear his swift errands over moist and dry,
O'er sea and land: him Satan thus accosts:
"Uriel, for thou of those seven Spirits that stand In sight of God's high throne, gloriously bright, The first art wont his great authentic will,
Interpreter through highest Heaven to bring, Where all his Sons thy embassy attend; And here art likeliest by supreme decree Like honor to obtain, and as his eye To visit oft this new creation round; Unspeakable desire to see and know
All these his woundrous works, but chiefly Man, His chief delight and favor, him for whom All these his works so wondrous he ordain'd, Hath brought me from the choirs of Cherubim Alone thus wandering. Brightest Seraph, tell In which of all these shining orbs hath Man His fixed seat, or fixed seat hath none, But all these shining orbs his choice to dwell; That I may find him, and with secret gaze Or open admiration him behold,
On whom the great Creator hath bestowed 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 Angels 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 imposter foul,
In his uprightness, answer thus return'd:
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