Such high attest 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 council summons all his mighty peers,
Within thick clouds and dark ten-fold involved,
A gloomy consistory; and them amidst
With looks aghast and sad he thus bespake.

O ancient Powers of air and this wide world,
For much more willingly I mention air,
This our old conquest, than remember Hell,
Our hated habitation; well ye know
How many ages, as the years of men,
This universe we have possest, and ruled
In manner at our will th' affairs of earth,
Since Adam and his facile consort Eve
Lost Paradise deceived by me, though since
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 soon for us the circling hours
This dreaded time have compast, wherein we

Must bide the stroke of that long threaten'd wound,

At least if so we can, and by the head
Broken be not intended all our power

To be infringed, our freedom, and our being,

In this fair empire won of earth and air :

For this ill news I bring, the woman's seed,

Destined to this, is late of woman born;

His birth to our just fear gave no small cause,
But his growth now to youth's full flow'r, displaying
All virtue, grace, and wisdom to achieve

Things highest, greatest, multiplies my fear.
Before him a great prophet to proclaim
His coming is sent harbinger, who all
Invites, and in the consecrated stream
Pretends to wash off sin, and fit them so
Purified to receive Him pure, or rather
To do Him honour as their king: all come,
And He Himself among them was baptized,
Not thence to be more pure, but to receive
The testimony of heav'n, that who He is
Thenceforth the nations may not doubt. I saw
The prophet do him reverence, on Him rising
Out of the water, heav'n above the clouds
Unfold her crystal doors, thence on His head
A perfect dove descend, whate'er it meant,
And out of heav'n the sovereign voice I hear,
-This is my Son beloved, in Him am pleased.
His mother then is mortal, but His sire

He who obtains the monarchy of heav'n;
And what will He not do to advance His Son?
His first-begot we know, and sore have felt,
When His fierce thunder drove us to the deep;
Who this is we must learn, for man He seems
In all His lineaments, though in his face
The glimpses of His Father's glory shine.
Ye see our danger on the utmost edge

Of hazard, which admits no long debate,

But must with something sudden be opposed,

Not force, but well-couch'd fraud, well-woven snares,

Ere in the head of nations He appear

Their king, their leader, and supreme on earth.

I, when no other durst, sole undertook

The dismal expedition to find out

And ruin Adam, and the exploit perform'd
Successfully; a calmer voyage now

Will waft me; and the way found prosp'rous once
Induces best to hope of like success.

He ended, and his words impression left
Of much amazement to th' infernal crew,
Distracted and surprised with deep dismay
At these sad tidings; but no time was then
For long indulgence to their fears or grief.
Unanimous they all commit the care
And management of this main enterprise
To him their great dictator, whose attempt
At first against mankind so well had thrived
In Adam's overthrow, and led their march
From hell's deep-vaulted den to dwell in light,
Regents, and potentates, and kings, yea gods
Of many a pleasant realm and province wide.
So to the coast of Jordan he directs
His easy steps, girded with snaky wiles,
Where he might likeliest find this new-declared,
This man of men, attested Son of GOD,
Temptation and all guile on Him to try;
So to subvert whom he suspected raised
To end his reign on earth so long enjoy'd:
But contrary unweeting he fulfill'd

The purposed counsel pre-ordain'd and fix'd
Of the most High, who, in full frequence bright
Of angels, thus to Gabriel smiling spake.

Gabriel, this day by proof thou shalt behold,
Thou and all angels conversant on earth
With man or men's affairs, how I begin

To verify that solemn message late,

On which I sent thee to the virgin pure
In Galilee, that she should bear a son

Great in renown, and call'd the Son of GOD;