WHO e're while the happy Garden fung,
By one mans difobedience loft, now fing Recover'd Paradife to all mankind,
By one mans firm obedience fully tri'd Through all temptation, and the Tempter foil'd In all his wiles, defeated and repuls't, And Eden rais'd in the waft Wilderness.
Thou Spirit who ledft this glorious Eremite Into the Defert, his Victorious Field
Against the Spiritual Foe, and broughtft him thence By proof the undoubted Son of God, infpire, As thou art wont, my prompted Song elfe mute, And bear through highth or depth of natures bounds With profperous wing full fumm'd to tell of deeds Above Heroic, though in fecret done, And unrecorded left through many an Age, Worthy t' have not remain'd fo long unfung. Now had the great Proclaimer with a voice More awful then the found of Trumpet, cri'd
Repentance, and Heavens Kingdom nigh at hand To all Baptiz'd: to his great Baptism flock'd With aw the Regions round, and with them came From Nazareth the Son of Jofeph deem'd To the flood Jordan, came as then obfcure, Unmarkt, unknown; but him the Baptist foon Defcri'd, divinely warn'd, and witness bore As to his worthier, and would have refign'd To him his Heavenly Office, nor was long His witness unconfirm'd: on him baptiz'd Heaven open'd, and in likeness of a Dove The Spirit defcended, while the Fathers voice From Heav'n pronounc'd him his beloved Son. That heard the Adverfary, who roving still About the world, at that affembly fam'd Would not be laft, and with the voice divine Nigh Thunder-ftruck, th' exalted man, to whom Such high atteft was giv'n, a while survey'd With wonder, then with envy fraught and rage Flies to his place, nor rests, but in mid air To Councel fummons all his mighty Peers, Within thick Clouds and dark ten-fold involv'd, A gloomy Confistory; and them amidst With looks agaft and sad he thus bespake.
O ancient Powers of Air and this wide world, For much more willingly I mention Air, This our old Conqueft, then remember Hell Our hated habitation; well ye know
This Universe we have poffeft, and rul'd
In manner at our will th' affairs of Earth, Since Adam and his facil confort Eve
Loft Paradife deceiv'd by me, though fince With dread attending when that fatal wound Shall be inflicted by the Seed of Eve Upon my head, long the decrees of Heav'n Delay, for longest time to him is short; And now too foon for us the circling hours This dreaded time have compast, wherein we Must bide the stroak of that long threatn'd wound, At least if so we can, and by the head Broken be not intended all our power
To be infring'd, our freedom and our being In this fair Empire won of Earth and Air; For this ill news I bring, the Womans feed Deftin'd to this, is late of woman born, His birth to our just fear gave no small cause, But his growth now to youths full flowr, displaying All vertue, grace and wisdom to atchieve Things highest, greatest, multiplies my fear. Before him a great Prophet, to proclaim His coming, is sent Harbinger, who all Invites, and in the Confecrated stream Pretends to wash off fin, and fit them fo Purified to receive him pure, or rather To do him honour as their King; all come, And he himself among them was baptiz'd, Not thence to be more pure, but to receive The teftimony of Heaven, that who he is Thenceforth the Nations may not doubt; I faw The Prophet do him reverence, on him rifing 80 Out of the water, Heav'n above the Clouds Unfold her Crystal Dores, thence on his head A perfect Dove descend, what e're it meant,
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