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Descry'd, divinely warn’d, and witness bore
35 Nighi thunder-struck, 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 council fummons all his mighty peers, Within thick clouds and dark ten-fold involvid, A gloomy consistory; and them amidst With looks aghast and lad he thus bespake.
O ancient Pow'rs of air and this wide world, For much more willingly I mention air, 45 This our old conquest, than remember flell, Our hated habitation;
55 Delay, for longest time to him is short ; And now too foon for us the circling hours This dreaded time have compass'd, 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
of woman born :
85 His mother then is mortal, but his fire He who obtains the monarchy of Heaven, And what will he not do to advance his Son ? His first-begot-we know, and fore have felt, When his fierce thunder drove us to the deep ; 90 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, 95