Hark, to the grateful accents That in his flight, now gives Voice to the woods, and music to the vales SCENE THE NINTH. ADAM, EVE, CHORUS OF ANGELS. O sound belov'd, that call us now in joy, O thou, that haply of celestial ruby Wearest the blazing mail, Hallow'd, and brave archangel, Brave, yet compassionate, thy golden locks, Radiant as light, thy glittering helmet covers, Thou in thy right hand shak'st the spear of victory, Close, close thy painted plumes so rich in gold, On him, who prostrate, honours, and adores thee. To these my blinded eyes With sorrow darken'd, and bedew'd with tears; Now, of thy rays a fixt contemplator, The mole of error stands, Now on your voice depends An asp, once deaf to heav'ns most friendly dictates. I wavering wanderer, Who undissembling own, The fault in which I fell, to thee I bend, Nor in my speech deny That I am Eve, the cause Now let thy guardian hand, (O in the deeds of God thou faithful servant) Relieve me from the depth Of my so great offences. Adam. Of heav'nly mysteries, And secret will of God, Thou hallow'd blest revealer! Angel of eloquence! The fatal presages Of mournful Eve, and Adam, That strikes the heart, in issuing from the eyes, A rock of sorrow, in a sea of tears! Michael. Arise! O both arise! you, who of God Are creatures so regarded: Dismiss your fears of the infernal portent; If your eternal lord Corrects you with one hand, He with the other proffers your protection. He who delivers souls, On his light wings directs his flight to you, In God's dread warfare harbinger of peace; Th' artificer of souls, The architect of worlds, The mighty lord of heav'n, Maker of angels, and of all things made, The infinite creator, To safety summons you,' And to short war a lasting peace ordains. Now from those double fountains The warm and gushing streams VOL. III. N Thou hast been culpable In rashly seizing the forbidden fruit ; To man thou hast occasion'd Anguish, and grief; thou hast indeed converted Peace into war, and life into perdition: Now by the aid of him, Whose hand-maid nature is, and servant fate, Who can restrain the sun, And motion give to this unmoving mass, E'en yet may Eve enjoy In prison liberty; May be unbound tho' fetter'd, And triumph, while she is o'ercome, and vanquish. Now since there shines in heav'n The star of love, and peace, And to the shame of hell The victor to the vanquish'd yields his palm; And supplicant in prayer, give God the praise For you shall find to recompence your zeal, Adam.Thou mighty Lord! who resting high above, With regulated errors, And with discordant union guidest heav'n! Thou Lord immutable! resplendent pow'r ! Thou dazzler, and obscurer of the sun! And on this humid cheek I dry my bitter tears, I cheer my heart: Now, by thy zealous mercy, Tho' spotted, I have safety; Am yet a citizen of highest heav'n. With strife and contest peace, With deep offence salvation, With pow'rs of darkness heav'n, These to unite is not a human talent, But of the eternal hand Omnipotence supreme! hence is it, Lord, That wounded Eve is whole, Triumphs in loss, and tho' subdued has glory. My guide! I will obey thee, Since O benignant Lord! Thy service is dominion! And to obey thee, glory! If pain allow not, that I speak the pain Thou most indulgent father, Giv'st to the heart, and soul, a new existence: Awaken'd by affliction, |