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Where no ill seems:
which now for once beguild Uriel, though regent of the Sun, and held 690 The sharpest sighted Sp'rit of all in Heav'n; 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 695 The 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, 699 To witness with thine eyes what some perhaps Contented with report hear only' in Heav'n: 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 705 Their number, or the wisdom infinite That brought them forth, but hid their causes
I saw when at his word the formless mass,
Flew upward, spirited with various forms,
721 Look downward on that globe, whose hither side With light from hence, tho’ but reflected, shines; That place is Earth, the seat of Man; that light His day, which else, as th’other hemisphere, 725 Night would invade; but there the neighb'ring
moon (So call that opposite fair star) her aid Timely' interposes, and her monthly round Still ending, still renewing, thro' mid Heav'n, With borrow'd light her countenance triform 730 Hence fills and empties to enlighten th' Earth, And in her pale dominion checks the night. That spot to which I point is Paradise, Adam's abode, those lofty shades his bow'r. 734 Thy way thou canst not miss, me mine requires.
Thus said, he turn'd; and Satan bowing low, As to superior Sp'rits is wont in Heav'n, Where honour due and rev’rence none neglects, Took leave, and tow’rd the coast of earth beneath, Down from th' ecliptic, sped with hop'd success, Throws his steep flight in many an airy wheel, Nor stay'd, till on Niphates' top he lights. 742
END OF THE THIRD BOOK.