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 C|>e fall of tije Angels, 
 
 A SACRED POEM.
 
 C|)e jfall of tty &ttflels, 
 
 A SACRED POEM 
 
 LONDON: 
 
 J-JilNTED BY R. AND A. TAYLOR, SHOE LANE, 
 
 FOR JOHN WARREN, OLD BOND STREET. 
 
 1821.
 
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 Clje jFall of tf)e Slngete. 
 
 CANTO THE FIRST. 
 
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 THE ARGUMENT. 
 
 ^ I. The creation of the world. I. Chaos. III. The alarm of tlie 
 newly created angels at hearing the sounds of such confusion. IV. 
 Their flight to the Godhead. V. His pity wakens Mercy, who de- 
 stroys the confusion. VI. A description of the rising worlds. VIII. 
 The angels hasten to gaze upon them. X. The creation of vegeta- 
 tion and animals. 
 
 §2. The creation of the hunin for.n. XI. No one can tell where 
 God resides in splendour. XII. The angels cannot look upon him. 
 XIII. The angels pray to partake in the active love that inspires 
 the whole of God's works. XVII. They remain prostrate at his 
 feet, while Nature is alarmed at their daring. XIX. Until God an- 
 swers, and forms a human body, when she is reassured and exults. 
 
 ^3. The fall of the angels. XXI. A description of man's form. 
 
 XXIII. Jehovah calls upon the yet prostrate angels to rear their 
 heads and view his late creation. Their surprise and astonishment. 
 
 XXIV. Some adore God and return to him. XXV. One of those 
 yet remaining near the body addresses the others, and laughing at 
 the weakness of the being they are to serve, excites to rebellion. 
 XXVII. The indignation of heaven and earth. XXIX. A battle be- 
 tween the good and bad angels, the latter are overcome and brought 
 before God. 
 
 $ 4. The animation of man. XXXI. God's sentence on the fallen 
 angels. The instigator's spirit is the first that begins its suffering : 
 it animates the body of Adam. XXXII. The angels hasten round 
 the animated form of man to guard it, the demons to tempt it. 
 XXXIII. The effect of day. XXXIV. Of night upon him. XXXVI. 
 He feels the want of a voice, and the power of communication with 
 the objects round. XXXVII. He finds a voice. XXXVIIT. He 
 finds himself a solitary being in the vast world, in which nothing 
 sympathizes with him. His complaint. 
 
 \ 5. The creation of woman, and the fall of man. XL. The crea- 
 tion of woman. XLI. Power of beauty counteracted by the in- 
 fluence of evil. XLIV. Adam tired of love, begins to feel the de- 
 sire of knowledge, and deserts Eve. XLV. Kve wanders about dis- 
 consolate, meets with the tree of knowledge. XLVIII. The devil, 
 in the disguise of a serpent, tempts her to eat. She cats. X1.1X. The 
 devil's apostrophe to God, and Adam's vision of mankind's future fate. 
 
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 TO THE DEITY. 
 
 A storm may gather fore the orb of day 
 
 And seem to threaten ruin to the plain ; 
 
 The sun sends hope upon a golden ray 
 
 To write upon its edge ii I'll shine again." 
 The night striding towards the reddening west 
 Steps to the earth and spreads her hideous vest ; 
 
 Beneath its weight man pauses in his will, 
 
 And crouches at the dark-robed phantom's feet : 
 
 But soon the veil is raised ; the russet hill 
 
 Begins to smile, the song of birds to greet 
 The nymph, who, running fore the weary wain, 
 Cries from the mountains top " He'll shine again." 
 
 So on grief's thick'ning clouds, despair's fell night, there breaks 
 God's promise, and our soul secure and smiling wakes.
 
 Cf)e jfail of ti)e Angels. 
 
 CANTO THE FIRST. 
 SECTION I. 
 
 CI;e Citatum of tlje WotlO. 
 
 i. 
 
 Ahrough infinite, eternal space 'twas night 
 
 And darkness : scarcely the blue lightning shone. 
 As, flashing idly thro' its harmless flight, 
 It lit discordant elements alone. 
 Oblivion spread its vast long limbs, with sullen pride, 
 Midst the loved, changeless shades, that every thing could hider 
 No speck of beauty, sparkling there on high, 
 
 As some meek flower, that breaks the snow to shine, 
 No sun sail'd, like a ship, across the sky, 
 A startling show of pomp and power divine.
 
 THE FALL OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 II. 
 
 Then sounds alone, like Etna's breathings, broke 
 
 Upon the wilder'd ear of Seraphim, 
 And seem'd as if the presence they bespoke 
 Of one who mock'd at God and scoff'd at him. 
 For element 'gainst element was loudly warring, 
 And latent flames, and waves, and rocks, were broken jarring ; 
 Then were unknown fair music's magic power,- 
 The still soft sounding of the speaking wave, 
 The rolling crash of clouds, that proudly lower 
 As if the Almighty used the voice they gave. 
 
 in. 
 
 Soon as created, Angels trembling stood, 
 
 To hear the chaos loud, with 'palling sound 
 Of stormy elements a mingling flood, 
 
 Strike 'gainst its shore, and strike but to rebound ; 
 Its huge waves, rushing, met the presence of a God, 
 And weakening strove in vain, where'er his footsteps trod 
 Seraphs, Dominions, Powers created rose, 
 
 Then fled, impetuous, to their maker's breast; 
 
 Trembling they crouch'd, and wilder'd fancied foes 
 
 Would lift from out the huge abyss their crest.
 
 CANTO THE FIRST. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Bending and mute, with agitated eye, 
 
 And trembling limbs, and pallid cheeks and lips, 
 The Angels tow'rds the Godhead troubled fly, 
 As fore the raging storm men's crowding ships. 
 Hastening around their God, haggard they clung, they prest ; 
 Alone, beaming serene, upon his face, were signs of rest. 
 Thus can the shepherd, when the forest near 
 
 Echoes the howling wolf's loud lengthening bay, 
 Sleep undismayed, the while his sheep, with fear, 
 Wilder'd look round and know not where to stay. 
 
 v. 
 
 He saw their fear. Reclined beneath his throne, 
 Wrapt in his garments, sleeping Mercy wakes ; 
 She moves, and sound is still, confusion gone ; 
 
 Whilst heavenly music, soft, slow, stealing breaks 
 Upon the doubting sense of reassured crowds, 
 From spheres that, rolling now, no darkness shrouds. 
 God will'd, and space, though infinite, was still ; 
 
 A thousand, then ten thousand orbs appear'd 
 Rolling in light, obedient to his will ; 
 
 His will they sought, his guiding breath revered
 
 8 THE PALL OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Faint (ype, the sun, that sudden splendent breaks 
 
 The canopy of black beleaguer'd clouds, 
 That darken o'er the earth : while Vengeance wreaks 
 
 The human wrongs of him whom nature shrouds ; 
 While shaking mountains fear the flashing thunder's hate, 
 And Nature fainting seems to sink beneath her fate, 
 Sudden its beam, at once, may give to sight 
 
 The wave that sparkles in the sailor's way, 
 The glittering foliage nodding in its light, 
 
 The smiling rock that reddens in its ray. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Still what are these ? They are but earthly show ! 
 
 To Angels then vast infinite was one ! 
 And can aught bright compare of here below 
 
 With these young orbs, all dancing round their sun 
 And slowly rising into space, that knew not time, 
 As summer's golden orb unto a Lapland clime ? 
 
 With that bright show, not e'en that East compares, 
 
 When glorious, calling man from fear and rest, 
 The sun rouses the russet dawn, and tears 
 The wintry veil from Nature's snowy breast.
 
 CAXTO THE FIRST. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Caught by the sound, attracted by the scene 
 
 That breaks upon his sense with virgin light, 
 As if a hand had drawn the hiding screen 
 
 And shown all nature to his wilder'd sight, 
 A Cherub spreads his wings, a moment doubting stands, 
 Then sudden laughs and springs and flutters o'er new lands ; 
 Then thronging Angels his bright track pursue, 
 
 As birds, whose leader o'er the Asiatic plain, 
 Where torrents spread their waters to the view, 
 
 In varying line conducts a noisy train. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Then seem'd each Seraph but a sportive child, 
 
 To whom her mother shows the robe of spring ; 
 By flowers, sparkling with dew, she runs beguiled, 
 
 And hope and pleasure seem her feet to wing ; 
 Charm'd by the various hue, at last, she doubtful stands 
 And feasts her eager eyes forgetful of her hands. 
 Thus sped each Seraph o'er the shining fields, 
 
 Lured by the orbs that move in splendid strife \ 
 Unknowing which to which in beauty yields, 
 
 Hovering, they wake new worlds to sounds of life.
 
 10 THE FALL OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 Yet all was barren ; nothing but a stream 
 
 Of splendent suns and stars attracts the sight : 
 Mingling, they deckt each other with a gleam, 
 
 Each caught its beauty from its brother's light. 
 But, by the grateful sight of seraphs' joy beguiled, 
 Jehovah, pleased, look'd on his vast work and smiled 
 Then suddenly they see the planets move, 
 
 They see, upon the barren glittering earth, 
 The bending corn, the forests, nodding grove, 
 
 And worlds and oceans teeming one great birth.
 
 CANTO THE FIRST. 
 
 II 
 
 SECTION II. 
 
 Cjje Creation of tlje IjumanJTorm. 
 
 XI« 
 
 What tongue shall say where the Almighty's throned? 
 
 Where, in his silent majesty and power, 
 He wields the sceptre, with no jewels stoned, 
 But with a sun, that forms the summit's flower ? 
 Where, brilliant with his crown of various sparkling star, 
 His head, rear'd into space, looks down upon the Car? 
 An eagle's eye may gaze on founts of light, 
 
 A mole's may pierce the earth's obscurity; 
 No mortal eye has gain'd the dazzling sight 
 Of great Jehovah in his purity
 
 l l 2 THE FALL OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 XII. 
 
 Hardly the Angels gaze upon his brow, 
 
 When, falling prostrate 'neath his footstool's shade. 
 They pray that he should veil the awful show 
 Of splendent power, that causes sight to fade. 
 He gathers murky shades of thickest darkness round, 
 And crowding mists, to form the Godhead's veil, are found ; 
 But, as the sun, e'en thro' the gathering cloud, 
 
 That lifts its fleecy mass on some huge rock, 
 Pierces the envious, the life-hiding shroud, 
 So majesty its thickening veil doth mock. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 No Angel raised his humble bending head • 
 
 But one great voice burst from each beating breast : 
 Not such the thunders, when the storm is led, 
 
 Midst echoing rocks, from the high mountain's crest. 
 It fill'd the firmament, and, borne upon the breeze 
 Of thousand planets, echoed o'er their splashing seas. 
 At once the voice of birds join'd in the sound, 
 
 Learning the song, with which they, after night, 
 Have since call'd Nature, in sleep's thraldom bound, 
 To wake and view God's purest emblem light.
 
 CANTO THE FIRST. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 (i O Power ! known but by works, that show thy will 
 
 Omnipotent, we have pursued thy breath, 
 Amidst the spheres, which e'en vast space can fill 
 
 With gems, that form unto each sun a wreath. 
 Thy beams, too powerful for Angels' weaker sight, 
 Sent from thy gladdening brow, afford the suns their light. 
 The suns bestow upon each circling earth 
 
 A portion of their pride, reflecting rays, 
 From which these orbs give forth one various birth, 
 
 And life springs forth and decks fair heaven's ways. 
 
 xv. 
 
 ci The huge behemoth, troubling all the sea, 
 
 The ant, that treads the moveless grain of sand, 
 The mountain, snatching from the clouds, that flee 
 Across the heaven, the weapons of their hand, 
 Seek not their good alone ; but all thy wondrous works 
 Shield or protect each other, whene'er danger lurks. 
 They all within their narrow sphere can show 
 
 The hand of Him that gave them living force ; 
 Within the very rocks there seems to glow 
 
 Reflection of some beam, from their first source
 
 14 THE FALL OT THE ANGELS. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 " We, we alone first creatures of thy will, 
 
 More deckt with strength and power and various grace, 
 Seem but to live for self; but self mayn't fill 
 
 The heart, wherein thy kindling power we trace. 
 Thy touch is love, and mercy dwells within thy breast, 
 Tempering the will, that waked the world from fitful rest. 
 O sovereign Power! but will that we obtain 
 
 Our share in acting what thy nature loves; ' 
 Then happiness will be thy servants' gain, 
 
 Whene'er thy smile our humbler work approves." 
 
 XVII. 
 
 As lilies that for days have drooping hung, 
 
 Scorch'd up, await the clouds, that bid them pine, 
 So these ne'er raised their heads, but having sung, 
 Yet prostrate lay and wait the word divine. 
 Within their breasts was hope ; but fear and anxious doubt 
 Strode, dancing, round their hearts, mingling their sickening 
 When, sudden as the child who fears the voice [shouts : 
 
 Of its kind mother, if some fault is done, 
 Let her but smile, e'en quickly can rejoice, 
 So Angels woke to joy ; their hopes are won.
 
 CANTO THE FIRST. 15 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 A voice, as of ten thousand organs, rose 
 
 Swelling from the soft note to the loud sound 
 That rivals thunder, when the anthems close 
 
 With notes that, struck from the groin'd roof, rebound. 
 The mists went rolling from the face of sovereign power, 
 Driven by his breath, they broke, and veil'd the God no more ; 
 Beneath his feet, the new-born fabric shook, 
 
 And chaos beat against high heaven's walls ; 
 As lashing wave, whene'er a bank is broke, 
 
 Exulting at the thought of foe that falls. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 The Godhead spoke, and all his works were still. 
 
 As the poor shipwreck, on a lonely rock, 
 Round which the ocean steals, knows fear and chill, 
 W hene'er the raging waves break with loud shock ; 
 But if at length a ship in the far mist he spies, 
 He joys, and o'er the seas are echoed his wild cries ; 
 So Nature felt, chaotic Ocean raged, 
 
 And round her form his misshaped arms he threw ; 
 The voice assured her, and, her fears assuaged, 
 She joy'd, while backwards trembling Chaos flew
 
 16 THE FALL OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 XX. 
 
 (i Angels ! you shall have beings to protect; 
 
 But know, that, where the power of ill is given, 
 If good come thence, e'en thrones you must erect, 
 And you from lofty primacy are driven ; 
 For virtue, higher than all power, mocks at the show 
 That strength may seem to give, or pomp or aught bestow." 
 He said, and to the earth he, stooping, took 
 
 Clay from the river's bed, and form'd a man 
 Wanting a soul, although the form partook 
 Of majesty like that which Angels scan.
 
 CANTO THE FIRST. 17 
 
 SECTION III. 
 
 e&e JFall of tfje 8ngel& 
 
 XXI. 
 
 The form, created, lay upon a bank 
 
 Gemm'd with the fragrant flowers of infant spring, 
 Shelter'd by trees, whose leaves from fountains drank 
 That slowly murmur'd stillness whispering. 
 Upon his brow it seem'd that majesty asleep, 
 Upon his lips that graces hung in slumbers deep. 
 The dark long hair upon the tranquil breast; 
 The pencil'd eyelash, breaking with its line 
 The quiet cheek, where roses seem'd to rest ; 
 The limbs seem'd all with innocence to shine.
 
 18 THE PAi.L OS THE ANGELS. 
 
 XXII. 
 
 When virtue's struggle ends, and taunts are vain ; 
 
 When all the world's inflictions can no more ; 
 When virtue gains a refuge from all pain, 
 
 And pure has run its course on this wild shore ; 
 When stormy manhood sinks, as infancy was born, 
 With smiles of peace, unstain'd, tho' e'en by passion torn : 
 Then even death may wear that pleasing look 
 
 This form then bore, when, fresh from God's fair hand. 
 That smile, as if the dead of rest, partook 
 
 Without a triumph o'er th' oppressive band. 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 Jehovah spoke, and bade the bending choirs 
 
 Now raise their heads and view the form of man, 
 That form, which animate to heaven aspires 
 
 And seeks eternity and God to scan ; 
 That form, which by its act may gain the lofty seat, 
 Where virtue is secure reward and joys to meet. 
 They stood erect and eager look'd around ; 
 
 They gazed below, thinking midst stars to see 
 Some being fluttering o'er the azure ground, 
 
 Deckt in the gayest glittering panoply :
 
 CANTO THE FIRST. 19 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 Then turn'd their eyes upon the ocean's space. 
 
 Thinking some form might meet their anxious sight, 
 Playing with its oft deeply dimpled face, 
 Or struggling with its waves in equal fight ; 
 Then on the Alps, the lofty Andes, fixt they gazed, 
 Thinking he play'd with lightnings that their summit grazed. 
 But, when, stretcht out, they saw the weakly frame, 
 Wondering they view'd, e'en hy amazement won ; 
 Then, bowing meekly, thousands backwards came, 
 And at God's throne sung out " Thy will be done." 
 
 XXV. 
 
 But one, midst others, radiant with gold scales, 
 That cover'd all his frame, brilliant to sight, 
 With two huge wings, that flap the perfumed gales, 
 Bearing such hues as pass'd the iris'd light, 
 Hovering, at length stood sudden on the loaded earth, 
 And, laughing, thus address'd the crowd with cheating mirth 
 61 Is this the form that we must serve and guide ? 
 
 Must we forget the paths of brilliant skies, 
 And stand for ever by this mortal's side, 
 
 While he to gain our scats, our birthrighf tries ? 
 
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 20 THE FALL OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 XXTI. 
 
 u Who has e'er seen the lordly lion care 
 
 The reptile shaking at his awful brow ? 
 Who has e'er seen the lofty oak to share 
 
 The trembling fears the reed alone may know ? 
 Shall we, whose flight can reach the presence of a God, 
 Shall we depend on such a feeble worldling's nod ?" 
 E'en as he spoke, loud murmurings arose, 
 
 And whisperings of discontent and spite ; 
 As each to each his grief, his trouble shows, 
 
 Gradually shouts rise to heaven's height. 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 The sound, circling the throne, threw wild dismay 
 
 And horror to the breasts of bending choirs. 
 The thunders broke from where they sleeping lay ; 
 
 The angry lightnings flash'd with forked fires ; 
 The clouds, the footstool, and the throne, indignant shook 
 While God into his hand his golden balance took. 
 Trembling, the Angels hid beneath their wings 
 
 Their quailing brows, and only lowly cried 
 " Mercy ! " The beam the scale of mercy flings 
 
 High to the heavens, and their cause is tried.
 
 CANTO THE FIRST. 21 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 The earth shook trembling from the East to West ; 
 
 The giant ocean lash'd its bounds with ire • 
 The clouds Hew rapid from the azure breast 
 
 And show'd the offending children to their sire. 
 God wilPd : with anxious haste the myriads instant fly 
 To bring their brothers fore the insulted deity. 
 In vain they plead the Godhead's mercies shown, 
 
 In vain they plead the sinner's hope secure : 
 When once the soul the thorn of vice has known, 
 
 Nought but its bitter fruits the wound can cure. 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 A mighty struggle and a fight arose ; 
 
 War now disturbs the earth's unbroken rest; 
 A mighty river waves and foam oft throws 
 Against a rock, rebounding from its breast; 
 So, for a time, the Angels' dreadful strife was vain ; 
 No one could o'er the other any vantage gain. 
 Their huge spread limbs in dreadful contact came 
 
 And struggling fell, enclasp'd, upon the ground ; 
 The mountains shook, beams of the world's vast frame. 
 They seem'd to sink and creaking yield around.
 
 22 THE FALL OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 XXX. 
 
 Their shouts, their cries of triumph and of pain 
 
 Mock'd Etna's throes, when, heaving all its mass, 
 It frights mankind. Their blood, one bright vast stain 
 
 Spreads o'er the mead and reddens all the grass. 
 But what is strength, against that smile the heavens bestow 
 On those within whose breast is known great virtue's glow ? 
 Arm'd by such spell, the weak can shame the strong, 
 
 The simple fool can baffle e'en the sage : 
 These ministers of God ne'er battled long, 
 
 But chain'd the foes who battle dared to wage.
 
 CANTO TUT. FIRST. 23 
 
 SECTION IV. 
 
 Cfje animation of jBam 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 To leave the forms on which they placed their pride, 
 
 To seek the human frame they scoff 'd at now, 
 And there, unknowing of the past reside, 
 
 Living and dying, while long ages flow, 
 Until, tho' knowing evil, good should he obtain'd ; 
 Such was the milder sentence God for these ordain'd. 
 And lifeless, first, the beauteous spoil is seen 
 
 Of him who urged them rashly to the deed ; 
 While man's arose from off the flowery green, 
 
 Fired with a soul that inock'd such idle weed.
 
 2-i THE FALL OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 XXXII. 
 
 The Angels gazed, then sang the mercied word 
 That gave their brothers hope of future rest, 
 And hastening fly and anxiously afford 
 
 Their guardian power, gainst man's tumultuous breast. 
 Showing the love that sway'd th' omnipotence divine, 
 They hoped, at once, to place man in his now lost shrine. 
 The demons too, for such they now became, 
 
 Tainted by evil and rebellious guilt, 
 Round the light form in thickening numbers came, 
 And strove to break the hopes the Angels built. 
 
 XXXIII. 
 
 Man rose : his dark black eye gleam'd from its nest, 
 
 And seem'd, with thirst, to drink the glorious sight ; 
 Wonder and awe went revelling in his breast ; 
 He seem'd as drunk with such excess of light. 
 He moved, and from the shade of trees burst on his eyes 
 That orb, fore whom e'en fear with night for ever flies. 
 He look'd, till his sight fail'd, then strove to hide, 
 
 With his soft hands, the vision from his gaze ; 
 But still it seem'd as if the streaming tide 
 
 Of beams burst thro' the veil by unknown ways.
 
 CANTO THE FIRPT. 25 
 
 xxxit. 
 
 At last again he look'd : the waving trees, 
 
 The thronging flowers sprinkled o'er the earth, 
 The blossoms wanton on the playful breeze, 
 
 Forming a bath of odour round his birth. 
 The sparkling waters gilt like moving waves of gold, 
 The azure sky, fore which the clouds their crimson hold, 
 All caught, in turns, his now bewilder'd mind ; 
 
 He watch'd the sun sink glorious in the west; 
 Then turn'd himself, and was amazed to find 
 
 That o'er the whole was drawn a darkening vest. 
 
 XXXV. 
 
 E'en like a child, he grieved to lose the show 
 
 Of gaudy colours glittering on the sky, 
 Of light, gay sparkling on the waters flow ; 
 
 He fear'd it was a dream, that thus could fly. 
 He laid him down, fatigued he sunk to peaceful sleep, 
 And there imagined his, what erst he could not keep. 
 The moon was pausing midway, taking rest, 
 
 When, wakening into sense, he felt the peace 
 That night can breathe upon the human breast 
 
 With the mild ray of it^ li^lit starry fleece.
 
 26 THE FALL OP THE ANGELS. 
 
 XXXVI. 
 
 Till now his bosom, bustling with its thought, 
 
 View'd nature only as a splendid show, 
 That might reward the eye whose glance it caught ; 
 
 But gave not to the soul aught else to know. 
 Now, that nocturnal stillness silenced all the sound 
 Of nature, save the voice which can within resound, 
 He felt a struggling, which oppres'd his heart 
 
 With sickening eagerness, that e'en seem'd vain, 
 From thought and all that press'd on thought to part, 
 
 And some communion with the world to gain. 
 
 XXXVII. 
 
 All was yet still, the stream murmur'd alone, 
 
 And spoke of time, while silence touch'd the earth ; 
 When on the path of day, by morning shown, 
 
 The sun came riding in his car of mirth, 
 And as he paced, he changed the dew-beweeping sky 
 Into a bride treading on gems of revelry. 
 Adam fell down, and form'd at last a voice 
 
 That bursting said " Thy power indeed is great." 
 Hardly he spoke, when all with him rejoice, 
 
 The breezes, birds, all that has tongue to greet.
 
 CANTO THE FIRST. 27 
 
 XXXVIII. 
 
 Lured by the sounds that from the woodlands seem, 
 
 He trod the wood's bewildering winding ways, 
 Caught on the fanning breeze a pleasing dream, 
 
 Of nature answering, with affection's lays, 
 To his heart's craving, and his speech with hers did float, 
 Until he found she always answer'd the same note, 
 Until he saw that every beast with haste 
 
 Flew from his steps, and own'd no other mate 
 Than one on whom its lineaments were traced : 
 
 Then he bewail'd his miserable fate. 
 
 XXXIX. 
 
 " Am I alone, like yonder orb of speed, 
 
 To run round this wide world, a grieving form 
 Unmatcht, unfriended, while no one shall heed, 
 Lost in their joys, my soul's afflicting storm ? 
 The lion and the emmet, and the wandering breeze 
 Find all a fondling mate, whom with their love they please ; 
 But my hoarse voice finds but the echo's tone, 
 
 That gives me sounds ; it speaks my words again, 
 But answers not, and I am still alone." 
 
 E'en such until he slept his mournful strain.
 
 28 THE FALL OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 SECTION V. 
 
 €l)e Creation of Wmnm, antr tl;e JFall of 01m. 
 
 XL. 
 
 But -what is that which stands before his sight, 
 
 A wakening dream of beauty and of joy ? 
 Aroused he rises, wilder'd with delight, 
 
 One object seems his every thought t' employ. 
 Heaven's gift, a lovely woman, stands before his feet, 
 And with entrancing presence makes his sorrows fleet. 
 She seems, and is, sufficient to outweigh 
 
 E'en hell's inflictions ; Iris to his heart, 
 She 'twixt despair and heaven reflects a ray 
 
 Of God, and seems his presence to impart.
 
 CANTO THE FIRST. t?f) 
 
 XLI. 
 
 There is a power in beauty, that will bless ; 
 
 Tho' man resist, when woman's sunlike smile 
 Breaks on his passions, he is bitterless, 
 
 And seems, at once, unconscious of all guile. 
 The peasant muttering looks upon the battling clouds, 
 But cheers, whene'er the sun his joyful brow unshrouds ; 
 And man, sickening with pain, by anguish driven, 
 
 Looking regretful on the hopes he rear'd, 
 Which suddenly by despair's fell touch are riven, 
 
 Raises his head and laughs by woman chear'd. 
 
 XLII. 
 
 Her sparkling eye sends forth such dazzling light, 
 
 He deems it sprung from those encircling beams 
 That deck some being, with high splendour bright, 
 
 Who sends us hope, on these reflected gleams, 
 To say, he soon, in all his radiant brilliance deckt, 
 Will forth and realize what fancy dreams nncheckt. 
 When God gave woman to man's restless heart, 
 
 It. seem'd as if such gift, at once, should chain 
 And e'en to virtue bind him ne'er to part ; 
 
 But not, for her, can he from guilt refrain.
 
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 THE TALL Ol THE ANGELS. 
 
 XLII1. 
 
 For evil has such power, that e'en with Man, 
 
 Heaven's brightest gift but tempts the more his will 
 To crowd with every wrong his short-lived span, 
 
 Until perchance his death the measure fill. 
 E'en now to Man was given a smile-creating bride, 
 Who placed on him her love and in his joy her pride, 
 Whose tender limbs, that seem for weakness framed, 
 
 Shun no fatigue, but oftener shun repose, 
 In search of what man's wantonness has claim'd, 
 
 Until e'en blood doth stain her brighter snows. 
 
 XLIV. 
 
 Now, tired at length of fondling and of love, 
 
 He looks upon the sun, and wishes glow 
 That he might guide the car its spirit drove, 
 And view what earth can give to sight below. 
 He climb'd the moantain's top, and sought the giant hand 
 That threw its lightnings thence upon the quailing land. 
 He sought in the dark cavern's murky depth, 
 
 Passing the beams that bear the world's mass'd wall, 
 The demon raising the sick earth with breath 
 That dims all heaven and makes nature pall.
 
 CANTO THE FIRST. 31 
 
 XLV. 
 
 While Eve went mourning o'er her widow'd heart, 
 
 Wandering o'er hill and far far spreading wood, 
 She call'd on him, who would ere morn depart 
 
 And not regard her charms, her sorrow's flood. 
 Mourning she went, unconscious of the lengthening way, 
 Until she saw a tree all sparkling in the day. 
 
 Its bright green leaves e'en half reveal'd half hid 
 
 Fair fruits, that seem'd to blush and seek the shade, 
 As virgin does, who in great haste has bid 
 
 Her veil to fall, which, lingering, has betrayed. 
 
 XLVI. 
 
 It was the Tree of knowledge and of life, 
 
 Which they, forbid'n to taste, had ne'er approach'd ; 
 The fruitful dew, that touch'd its leaves, fell rife, 
 And plants sprung up and on its boughs encroach'd. 
 Breathless, alarm'd that her unconscious steps had trod 
 Si near the spot where stood what was forbid'n by God, 
 She was about to turn ; when from the tree 
 
 A voice came forth, with sounds so soft and sweet. 
 That she entranced stood still : from terror free, 
 She fell a hope some blessing sprite to meet.
 
 39 the fall or the angels. 
 
 XLVII. 
 
 The leaves are rustling, and at last appears 
 
 A form glittering with scales of thousand lights ; 
 Slowly its pointed head it lofty rears, 
 
 And thus with words deceives, with hope delights : 
 fl O Mother of a race that on the future throws 
 A spell, and power o'er all thro' which life eddying flows ! 
 O first alike in heauty and in race ! 
 
 God's proudest work, decking the flowery earth 
 With what e'en heaven might adorn and grace I 
 
 Fairest enchantress ! creature of light mirth ! 
 
 XLVIII. 
 
 1 ' Why should you sigh and grieve alone helow ? 
 
 Is it because your lover stays away, 
 And seeks to pierce the hidden cause's flow ? 
 
 Then change at once your darkness into day. 
 This fruit, that seems, denying, half to woo the sight, 
 At once lifts up the veil that shuts his eyes from light. 
 That you might show your love unto your mate, 
 
 By daring ill to fall upon your head, 
 Made God forbid this tree ; on you now wait 
 
 Your husband's hopes ; they soon for e'er are fled."
 
 CANTO THE FIRST. 33 
 
 XLIJC. 
 
 The demon, lurking in the serpent's coil. 
 
 Spoke cheating thus; and Eve, with hurried pace, 
 Rush'd to the tree and fell within his toil. 
 
 Then flash'd his eye with pride, with joy his face. 
 Ci Now may the wondrous God, who boasts his sovereign power. 
 Own me his foe ; nor let his brow contemptuous lower, 
 If I too boast, who've mock'd his kind intent 
 
 Of making us in human forms reside, 
 And there do penance and in tears repent, 
 For what we did when sitting by his side." 
 
 L. 
 
 The serpent's hollow coil fell lifeless down. — 
 
 On Adam and on Eve's mind sickening burst 
 The certainty of toil and sickness, shown 
 In a dead vision, where they seemed curst, 
 And where Envy, Revenge and Malice sporting danced 
 Around a bloody form, that seem'd in thought entranced. 
 While, looking upon weapons black with gore, 
 
 Its silent finger beckon'd Love and Hate 
 To come and take from the red muddy floor 
 A dagger to fulfill the bitter fate. 
 
 END OF THE FIKST CANTO.
 
 Ci)e jfall of tije Angels. 
 
 CANTO THE SECOND 
 
 u "2
 
 THE ARGUMENT. 
 
 ^ 1. The Deluge. I. Man's increasing guilt ; he insults the Deity 
 w ith mocking words. III. Vengeance cleaves the rocks, and opens 
 the abyss beneath the earth. The firmament is broken, and its reser- 
 voirs are poured upon the earth. IV. The screams and shrieks of 
 men. The crowded mass of a town is forced to leave the wreck of 
 its houses, and to seek the hills. Darkness, emaciation and altera- 
 tion of the whole ; the rain and the inundation narrow their shore. 
 VI. A gleam of light breaks through the clouds, and slowly passes 
 over the whole abyss. The crowd becomes silent. Some are borne 
 down and trampled amidst the dead. The waves wash down whole 
 ranks. X. One sw ims to a rock at a distance, but falls down disap- 
 pointed. XI. A mother is the last to die, who throws herself into 
 the waters after the corpse of her child. 
 
 § 2. The nativity of Jesus. XIII. In spite of the example of the 
 Deluge, man does not correct his vices. XIV. Justice requires atone- 
 ment. XV. An invocation of the Sun. XVII. The issuing of Ga- 
 briel to the world. XIX. He reaches Judaea, and addresses his an- 
 nunciation to Mary. XX. God is conceived and born of her. XXI, 
 Theansel> who had attended him appear when flying back to heaven, 
 as an eastern star, and guide the shepherds and Magi to find out and 
 adore their God. XXII. The devils are roused, and begin templing 
 Man. 
 
 ^3. The suffering mediation of God. XXIII. His infancy. His 
 wanderings. His meekness and love towards the apostles, who he 
 knew would desert, deny and betray him. XXVI. An address to 
 Judas. XXV 1 1. Ecce Homo ! His sufferings before his death. 
 XX\ III. Mi- death, and Nature's horror. His last words. XXIX. A 
 contra-t between man and woman at the foot of the cross. XXX. 
 His burial; guards are j'.la.ed round his tomb. XXXI. A descrip- 
 tion of the night of his resurrection. XXXII. His resurrection.-
 
 3H THE AllGUMENT. 
 
 ^4. A vision of the end of man's present state* XXXIII. Death 
 rides upon a steed of poisonous vapours over the earth ; in his train are 
 Plague, Pestilence, Slaughter, Terror, and Fear. XXXVI. The world 
 presents one great scene of slaughter of the human race. One old 
 man yet remains with life, and dies at sight of a dead grandchild. 
 XXXVII. A description of the solitude and peace of the world when 
 Man has passed from its surface. XLI. Four angels appear, and call 
 the whole race from the repose of the grave and the caves of punish- 
 ment, and announce to them another state of trial. 
 
 § 5. The resurrection and final state of man. XLIII. Man rises 
 from the caves of pain, from the sleep of the grave, although con- 
 fined beneath the ocean. God again reveals himself to Man. XLIX. 
 Encouraged by the last revelation, all mankind become eager for 
 the path of virtue, and, as all are, at the same moment, in their human 
 spoil, being left untempted by any superior power, they succeed in 
 arriving at purity. LI. This trial past, they enter heaven and again 
 mingle with their brother Angels. LI1. God's reward to those who 
 were virtuous even under temptation.
 
 Cf)e jfall of flje Angels. 
 
 CANTO THE SECOND. 
 SECTION I. 
 
 CI;e Deluge* 
 i. 
 
 Ages had pass'd, and the proud sun, unchanged, 
 
 Still o'er the world, with undiminish'd light, 
 Circling the heavens, with youthful ardour ranged, 
 
 Like Alpine bird just springing to its flight. 
 Day after day, as, with his life-bestowing power [flower, 
 
 He moved and bless'd night's heavenly lamp, earth's humblest 
 He seem'd, a dread reproach to passing men, 
 
 With giant finger, anxiously to show 
 Their mockery of God to nature's ken, 
 
 That she might rise and let her anger flow.
 
 40 
 
 THE FALL OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 II. 
 
 At length, the hour approach'd, when Justice led 
 
 To punish man, (for he had lill'd his act,) 
 Saw Mercy plead no more, hut hide her head 
 
 And mourn ; while Vengeance all its terrors slack'd. 
 The children of the Earth now gaily trod the dance, 
 And scoffing laugh'd and mock'd at Heaven's angry glance. 
 " What is this God, who patient bears our taunts, 
 
 Our insults and our wrongs ? Is he so kind 
 That e'en he seeks to hide within his haunts, 
 And so forgive because he e'en is blind ?" 
 
 in. 
 
 But, while security within their hearts 
 
 Slept, and look'd not for danger or -for ill ; 
 Vengeance the solid rocks, e'en cleaving, parts ; 
 
 The waters of the abyss obey her will. 
 Gurgling, from the inmost depths, forth they come tumbling out, 
 Bubbling they rush in waves eddying round about. 
 The lofty heaven's bright firmament seems split, 
 
 Opening a dam, and shows a stagnant pool, 
 Moving, after long years, in angry fit ; 
 
 Its banks against the breath of God can't rule.
 
 CANTO THE SECOND. 41 
 
 IV. 
 
 L J 
 
 Now echoed back, by the dread vault that bears 
 
 The weight of chaos stamping at its check, 
 Rise up the shouts of men ; their wildering fears 
 Are now for life, amidst their country's wreck. 
 Their sleepless eyes seem starting, in their wild amaze 
 To see an ocean tread the valley's secret maze. 
 Then, as the crowded mass of some vast town 
 
 Steps on the rising ground, with heightening feet, 
 And on the wide abyss looks trembling down, 
 
 From thousands at each step shrieks mingling meet. 
 
 v. 
 
 Although the sun is risen, it seems as night ; 
 
 Hardly are seen the faces of mankind; 
 And they are sucb, they seem the eyes to blight 
 Of friends, who by some gleam each other find. 
 Hunger has alter'd many, terror and despair 
 And wolf-eyed conscience alter more with racking care. 
 The rustling rain, that, dropping now no more, 
 
 Comes in unbroken lines upon their heads, 
 Narrows with darkening Hood their straighten'd shore, 
 And soon the stronger on the weaker treads.
 
 42 T11L FALL OF THE ANGELS, 
 
 VI. 
 
 The outmost crowd, space for a time can gain ; 
 For in the midst, some, fainting into death, 
 Fall and are trampled on, and lose the pain 
 And anguish waiting on the other's breath. 
 At length, their shouts are over, silently they bide, 
 Dismay'd and speechless; with their heads fixt turn'd aside, 
 Listening to the boisterous ocean's splash, 
 
 Trembling they stand. Mothers alone now hold 
 Another to the breast, daring the crash; 
 
 Husbands and lovers their weak arms unfold. 
 
 VII. 
 
 The putrid heap, beneath the strong man's feet, 
 
 With yielding sliding mass, foul traps can spread, 
 Against the boasting in his life. There meet 
 
 In close embrace the living and the dead. 
 Heaving with strength and rising from the enclasped bride, 
 Yon giant-limb'd struggles, but crowds can mock his pride ; 
 The crowds above can force a close embrace, 
 
 And, sickening, fainting, but yet struggling still, 
 He sinks, he sinks, and touches the cold face 
 
 Of one he loved, but loathes against his will.
 
 CAXTO THE SECOND. 43 
 
 Till. 
 
 There is a break upon the far spread cloud, 
 
 And men who watch the angry ocean's splash 
 Raise up their heads. Light, Light breaks thro' its shroud, 
 
 And falls upon the world as lightnings flash. 
 The vaulting clouds roll on ; this solitary beam 
 Like God's long finger moves, and its far-marking gleam 
 Seems circling every spot, and pointing out 
 
 Waves, waves, waves, waters, and white distant foam ; 
 The eyes of millions follow it about ; 
 
 It shows the abyss, then fades, no more to roam. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Now the slow breaking waves (as sickle's sweep 
 
 Bears down the outmost of the corn's throng'd mass) 
 Take down whole lines into the green-eyed deep, 
 And often o'er the rest quick splashing pass. 
 A vainly darting arm, some moments struggles, long 
 Battling the ruthless waves, for agony is strong. 
 A shuddering cry is heard, before the rush 
 
 Of some long wave, that curls upon its prey : 
 But most fall down, as leaves, silent and hush, 
 Forced down to death by e'en the lightest spray.
 
 44 THE FALL OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 One great in strength, confiding in his power, 
 
 Plunges at once and seeks another shore ; 
 A high rock beetles o'er the waves, as tower 
 
 That rising lofty views the earth's vast floor. 
 He swims, he strives, he reaches the hard scraggy rock, 
 lie climbs and falls ; the waves beyond his hopes still mock. 
 A camel thus, upon the Syrian plain, 
 
 When whispering hope bears to its ear the sound 
 Of freshing fount, hastens its pace to gain 
 
 The spot, but, cheated j dead falls on the ground. 
 
 XT. 
 
 The last of all, a phrensied form is seen, 
 
 Listening and laughing, as she hears the foam 
 Gurgling around the rocks she sits between ; 
 
 She sits amidst the dead, as midst her home. 
 Her hands seem grasping image of the pleased mind, 
 She joys caressing what no other there could find. 
 The sea has pass'd the rocks, and buoyant forms, 
 
 Borne on their swelling airs, now r float around; 
 Oft such are seen round fisher's bark, when sfoims 
 
 Have hush'd that hurl'd earth's girding ships to ground.
 
 CANTO THE SECOND. 45 
 
 XII. 
 
 And lo ! a corpse borne slow into her sight ! 
 
 The mother rushes, seizes on the child, 
 Hugs her to wither'd breasts, with wild affright, 
 And now no longer laughs by cheats beguiled. 
 But wildly while the green pale form she clasps, she screams 
 And shrieks, as the long, rushing, sounding white wave gleams, 
 Bringing her fear, lest, wash'd again for aye, 
 
 The corpse fall from her hand into its grave. 
 It comes, with the fierce wind; she leaps to die 
 And perish too in the child. snatching wave.
 
 46 THE FALL OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 SECTION II. 
 
 CI;e J8atft>ftp of gesus. 
 
 XIII 
 
 Man's race, swept from the earth in sight of those 
 
 Whom God in pity saved, was not enough 
 To make the human breast, that evil knows, 
 
 Seek the good path, that seems so harsh and rough. 
 Thorns cutting deep the flesh, stones with sharp edges thrown 
 On the straight path, are yet as evil beacons shown ; 
 And children, caught by the gay flower's blow, 
 
 By the mild breath of zephyrs, that arise 
 
 And cause the heart with wantonness to glow, 
 
 Too soon the surer road to good despise.
 
 CANTO THE SECOND. 47 
 
 XIV. 
 
 God moved by those, who, guardians of the race, 
 
 Attempt to steer, upon the stormy sea 
 Of Man's rude passions, threw upon the space 
 
 Of darkening clouds the rainbow's sign of glee. 
 This shown, Man needs not dread the wide earth-sweeping rage 
 Of waters breaking loose his anger to assuage. 
 Yet Justice claims atonement for the wrong ; 
 
 Though Mercy pleads, she cannot from his breast 
 Efface the just, and suff'ring must belong 
 
 To crimes, that Justice well atoned may rest. 
 
 xv. 
 
 My tongue, that until now seem'd confident, 
 
 And has thus sung the works and wrongs of Heaven, 
 Now fails. Unless some inspiration sent 
 
 From the high power assist, to silence driven, 
 It may not hope to speak the attributes divine ; 
 For e'en God's love must glow, must burn in every line ; 
 That love, which for his creatures brought to earth 
 The sovereign of the heavens, that he might show 
 (The expiation paid in mortal birth) 
 The mercy that within did ever glow.
 
 48 THE FALL OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 thou ! who with thy wheels pausing from sound, 
 
 That mingling in soft harmony ascends 
 And eddies, echoed hy the planets round 
 
 To heaven, where with its brother notes it blends, 
 O thou ! who w ith a brow of light look'dst from above 
 And saw'st descending, on the meek-rayed wings of love, 
 God to a virgin's womb, inspire my lay ! 
 
 Thou canst wake life in things inanimate. 
 O waken in my breast, with thy kind ray, 
 
 First love, then power such mercies to relate. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 The golden gates of heaven flew open wide ; 
 
 Then passes, messenger unto the world, 
 A power ; at once upon the azure tide 
 
 On wings, far stretching, like great sails unfurl'd, 
 He springs ; unclosed a moment yet the gates remain'd, 
 While cherubs, peeping, sight of the earth's joy obtaiu'd, 
 And the far-smiling ocean felt a breath 
 
 Loaded with odours from the censer's fume, 
 Play on its waves, as lover, from the wreath 
 Of virgin mistress, feels the inhaled perfume.
 
 CANTO THE SECOND. 49 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 Then croaking on their brazen hinge, they shut, 
 
 While the bright messenger reflects a ray 
 Of gladness on shamed poverty's foul hut, 
 
 As fluttering through the heavens he wends his way. 
 At length, upon the Libyan desert, footing ground, 
 He shakes his glorious wings, and shaking throws around 
 The dew collected midst the smiling skies, 
 
 Which rears amidst the lurid parched sands 
 An Oasis, and water'd palms arise, 
 
 A verdant isle amidst the Ocean lands. 
 
 xi\. 
 
 Thence with one stride he on Judaea trod. 
 
 s '' eking the humble cabin of the maid, 
 Id- found her modest, thinking of her God, 
 Amidst the youthful spring's returning shade. 
 Eler eyes, at sound of man, (from such she deem'd the voice,) 
 ^mi^ht the low ground ; she fear'd, though call'd but to rejoice. 
 •• Hail, Mary ! For thy Lord is now with thee 
 
 And shadows thee ; and thou, midst women blest, 
 Shall < ause the evil power from man to flee, 
 
 Which now forbids his soul in heaven to rest." 
 
 1
 
 50 THE FALL OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 XX. 
 
 He said ; and God within her womb conceived. 
 
 Days, months, e'en pass'd ; when he by angels borne 
 Came to the earth, and she, from pain relieved, 
 
 Brought forth her Lord, of all his splendour shorn. 
 
 His awful brow sublime put on an infant's smile : 
 
 Commanding all, it now a mother would beguile. 
 
 Within a manger, when the wind blew hard, 
 
 And bore its heavy sleet unto the ground, 
 
 The Infant babe midst cattle humbly fared, 
 
 While haughty man 'gainst cold a palace found. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 When born, the attendant angels clustering flew, 
 
 Order'd to leave him, and await him there, 
 Where stands an empty throne, from which love drew 
 
 Heaven's majesty a mortal's veil to share. 
 As their light mingling wings sparkled in the sun's ray, 
 Their mass appear' d a star that trod the Eastern way. 
 And kings and shepherds, guided by its light, 
 
 Rose from their couch to follow the fair sign, 
 That promised, as the morning star to night, 
 
 Unto their souls, a sun of power benign.
 
 CANTO THE SECOXD. 51 
 
 XXII. 
 
 They found the child, and, falling at his feet, 
 
 Adore their God; for, e'en inspired, they know 
 That more of power than human sight can meet 
 
 Belong'd to him, thus veil'd in human show. 
 But now the demons rise, from their but seeming trance 
 To see their king descend ; they wake, with haughty glance 
 They scoffing mock his miserable fare, 
 
 Whispering, to man their fell intent inspire, 
 And make him once again their hatred share 
 
 'Gainst God, who with his love their breasts would fire.
 
 52 THE FALL OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 SECTION III. 
 
 Cije suffering jfteufation of <0oti. 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 As some wild flower, borne from the blossom'd tree. 
 
 Plays on its mother's breath of rich perfume 
 And wanton circles on the wind, though free, 
 Allured unto its parent stem and bloom ; 
 Until the rough blast come, that wafts it far away, 
 And brings a stormy end unto its brightening day; 
 So the fair child, our Saviour, played around 
 And seem'd to joy a mother's tender care } 
 Until his mission urged : then from the ground 
 He was quick torn, his torturings to bear.
 
 CANTO THE SECOND. 53 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 An exile wandering from place to place, 
 
 The son of God found not a sheltering roof; 
 The sparrow and the swallow none will chase 
 
 From where they dwell ; yet God gave no reproof. 
 But hearing all, the sick, the wounded and the dead 
 He raised, and dried the tears that man in grief must shed. 
 Taunts and revilings, dangers and distress, 
 
 Desertion from his friends, mockery from foes, 
 He doom'd himself to hear, and yet could bless 
 The very heart that with fell malice glows. 
 
 XXV. 
 
 E'en while he knew that, flying from his sight, 
 
 Apostles should desert him in his need, 
 He strove to soothe, to make their peril light, 
 
 And smiled on him who swore that he would bleed 
 Ere he would leave a sire so mild, so meek, so kind, 
 Knowing he should deny him thrice before mankind. 
 With him who sold him to his bitter fate, 
 
 Remorseless, (as the lamb caress'd and fed, 
 Nurtured by children for a playful mate, 
 
 Is to the knife.) he broke and bless'd his bread.
 
 51 THE FALL OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 Judas ! When Satan enter'd in thy heart, 
 
 Choosing thee out as minister below, 
 To prove himself but second in his part, 
 
 What sign was stampt upon thy human brow ? 
 Did murder bask in thine eye, revel on thy lip 
 E'en visible to sight, or could he passing dip 
 Into thy heart, where envy reign'd secure, 
 
 And traced its deepening lines so legible, 
 As if no shame a veil could e'er procure 
 
 To hide Avith shade, what was indelible ? 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 See ! where he stands, upon his brow flow down 
 
 Drops of his blood, and men can laugh at this '. 
 Laugh at that sceptre, at that thorny crown, 
 Bestow'd at sign of him who gave the kiss ! 
 See where a man clothed in his brief tho' gorgeous show 
 Stands pointing with a sneer, then strikes a bitter blow. 
 Hark at that cry ! 'Tis Barabbas it calls ; 
 
 A robber is preferr'd, and mercy's shown 
 The thief ; while man's bitterness leaping falls 
 
 On him, who leaves for them great heaven's throne.
 
 CANTO THE SECOND. 55 
 
 XXVTII. 
 
 ' How can I speak the rest ! The rocks spoke out ; 
 They burst, trammels of nature's sleeping soul, 
 They burst, indignant, and man's bones about 
 
 Were strewn, and men's ghosts were cast forth as foul, 
 Poisoning the earth and ocean's vainly washing wave ; 
 And heaven refused its light, and hiding darkness gave: 
 The moon shuddering, averting her bright face, 
 Look'd on the sun, and hid from his pale eye 
 The dreadful sight. God said with mercied grace, 
 " They know not what they do ;" then sunk to die. 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 One man was by his side. Three women stood 
 And wept; they dared before his foes to weep 
 And show their love. As the wild torrent flood 
 Oft sweeps away into i(s whirling deep 
 The bolder rock, that rears its hardy daring crest, 
 And, 'gainst its waves struggling, presents its time-worn breasi ; 
 But oft it meets a lowly plant, that bends 
 
 Before its passing weight, then lifts its head 
 And smiles upon the wave : So woman lends 
 
 A pliant form, but man is broke by tenor's tread.
 
 56 THE FALL OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 XXX. 
 
 At length a man is roused, and seeks the ground 
 
 On which God died : careful he takes him down, 
 Bathes with pure balm and swathes his body round, 
 
 And then removes the yet adhering crown. 
 The women help him in his last sad pious care, 
 And with him all the pain and all the labour share. 
 Convey 'd at length, as if a mortal tomb 
 
 Could hold a God, unto a rocky cave, 
 They avIio still doubted, placed around the womb 
 
 Of earth some guards ; they thought his power to brave. 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 How beauteous the night when he arose ! 
 
 The glittering ground seem'd vying with the skies ; 
 Tho' with gay stars its fairy brilliance glows, 
 The world reflects its beams, its splendour vies. 
 The smooth unrippled ocean seem'd of burnish'd gold, 
 The woods on every leaf a various gem uphold. 
 The virgin moon array'd herself in pride : 
 
 Passing midst humble handmaids of her show, 
 She seem'd with stately march slowly to glide, 
 And view propitious all the earth below.
 
 ( V.N TO THE SECOND. bl 
 
 XXXII. 
 
 The guards are sleeping, and the tomb is seal'd. 
 
 What is that burst of sound that breaks their dream, 
 Piercing the rocky sides ? "What is reveal'd, 
 
 Thus borne upon the light's far-shining gleam ? 
 The God arises, wends his far far stretching flight, 
 And passes up to heaven on clouds of vapour'd light. 
 Smiling, his lips seem blessing the low earth, 
 
 His hands outstretch'd, held o'er the hurried field, 
 Seem bidding Mercy waken to new mirth ; 
 
 Now she may rise, and man from justice shield.
 
 58 THE TALL OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 SECTION IV. 
 
 3 Otston of t\)t en* of Jfflan's present §>tate. 
 
 XXXIII. 
 
 A breath, a desolating breath descends ; 
 
 Death rides upon its power, and ghastly slays 
 With look of eyeless head ; to earth it sends 
 
 The foundling birth, the race of other days. 
 See where Ins steed, of red and burning vapours got, 
 Seems the Simoon, slow passing o'er some luckless spot ; 
 When Nature, sweltering in the burning glow, 
 
 Calls Zephyrs forth to fan its heated breast, 
 Such comes from mouth of some deceiving foe, 
 
 And blasts the fool that gains its own behest.
 
 CANTO THE SECOND. 59 
 
 XXXIV. 
 
 Terror, with shrieks, and fire that gleams on high, 
 
 Strikes at the heart, and throws the warrior down. 
 Fear skulking comes, and with its wandering eye 
 Seeks whom to touch with bolt of ice, unshown. 
 Pale Pestilence and Plague, and Slaughter's reddening arm 
 Join in the horrid train, and call on wild Alarm. 
 
 She shouts their dreadful names, and speaks their power 
 
 To trembling nations prostrate at their feet ; 
 While they with poisons and with daggers lower, 
 And glut their lust with all the prey they meet. 
 
 XXXV. 
 
 Their track is mark'd by livid forms, that lay 
 Putrid and green upon the unmoved sward ; 
 Wolves hungry come, and, scenting at their prey, 
 Sickening, turn off, and shun their toil's award. 
 One solitary form rears up its whiten'd crest, 
 And lifts aside the corpses weighing on its breast : 
 They are his sons, his daughters, that would shield 
 Him from the power of death. He ghastly gazes 
 With hi-> deep sunken eye upon the field, 
 
 Then falls upon the child his weak arm raises.
 
 60 THE FALL OI THE ANGELS. 
 
 xxxvi. 
 
 That lovely child, smiling yet seem'd to live ; 
 
 It was his daughter's boy, and on her lip 
 With smiling lips was feeding, and did give 
 
 Mirth to her heart ; when Slaughter sought to slip 
 Its weapon in their breasts, and came and pierced both; 
 But left within their eye the gleam, as, seeming loth 
 To spoil such beauty, it would leave their joy 
 
 Yet decking their young faces brightening glow, 
 And let him lay a smiling round-cheek'd boy 
 
 To kill the sire by such heart-breaking show. 
 
 XXXVII. 
 
 The cheering song of cottagers' loud glee, 
 
 As treading o'er the hill's straight path they bound 
 To gather grapes from off the bent down tree, 
 
 Wakens no more the mountain's softer sound. 
 No longer now the Zephyrs to the peasant bear 
 The hum of towns and cities breaking the dark air. 
 The hammer and the anvil, and the drone, 
 
 SIoav, pauseless, of the mill, are silent now. 
 The very sick have ended e'en their groan ; 
 
 No more by nature's heard a human throe.
 
 CANTO THE SECOND. ( 3 I 
 
 XXXVIII. 
 
 Impatient man, who with his grating car 
 
 And foaming steeds made the great earth to quake, 
 Now sleeps ; a long-enduring sleep's embrace 
 
 Enfolds him now, and nature rest may take. 
 Alone the avalanches' crash, the torrent's rush 
 Arc heard thro' her vast silent reign, all else, is hush. 
 Even the beasts, who with their loud long bay 
 
 Affright the peasant in his bed, are still ; 
 Their face upon the earth dismay' d they lay ; 
 
 They fear than even man, some greater ill. 
 
 XXXIX. 
 
 The cities then look'd desolate and lone ; 
 
 The cottage falls ; the wide long palaced street 
 Was damp, and the rife grass pierced the stone 
 
 Untrod, unbroken by the toiling feet. 
 The hustling ships lay rotting on the rocking wave ; 
 Their strong vast hulks were crumbling, tho' the storms they brave. 
 The quays, rear'd by the ever-labouring hand, 
 
 Sink when man's spirit iled, as did his form ; 
 These worn by the slow spray's consuming band, 
 
 This 'neath the weaker lip of biting worm.
 
 62 FALL OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 XL. 
 
 Man's race has pass'd some ages from the earth, 
 
 No signs of his long reign are seen below, 
 But the few whitening bones, that mark the birth 
 Of some lost form, that pass'd on time's lost flow. 
 The world seem'd not to grieve ; for e'en its widow'd vest 
 Was gay, and bright in show the colours that it drest. 
 Upon famed Rome's smooth hills and grassy dells, 
 
 London's long plain and Paris' basin'd vale, 
 The wolf snatch'd the meek lamb ; its hunger fell 
 Now caught no shepherd's threat upon the gale. 
 
 XLI. 
 
 When, suddenly, on the four points appear 
 
 Four angels ; their blue vests, floating afar, 
 Shame e'en the sky once proud its hue to wear, 
 
 Holding the winds, they rest upon some star. 
 Their anxious eyes are fixt, and seem to wait command ; 
 'Tis given : their voice is borne upon the wind's wift band, 
 " Arise ! arise, ye favour'd sons of God ! 
 
 And leave the scorching caves of burning pain. 
 Arise, and tread once more where once ye trod, 
 
 And seek the seats of lasting bliss to gain.
 
 CANTO THE SECOND. 63 
 
 XLII. 
 
 • • Xo more your brothers, now, shall tempt your 'will ; 
 
 But all, at once, confined in mortal spoil, 
 You are now call'd your destiny to fill, 
 
 And gain your former seats by well-borne toil. 
 To us 'tis given, to show the mercies of our Lord, 
 And now, uncheckt hy foes, to you our help afford. 
 Then rise, tho' buried in the moaning deep ; 
 
 Then rise, tho' sepulchred beneath the mass 
 Of falling mount ! Arise ! and rise to weep 
 
 Your crimes, and then to bliss eternal pass." 
 
 XLIII. 
 
 What is that rustling sound, that wakes the ear, 
 
 As if a greater vegetation crept 
 Thro' the mass'd earth, and eager sought to chear 
 
 Itself with light and into breathing leapt ? 
 See ! the earth, raised, brings forth, and human forms arise, 
 More numerous than all yon wonders of the skies. 
 See ! where yon crowd, following yon dread burst 
 
 Of fire and smoke, breaking the solid rock, 
 Hasten, as if they fled some foe accurst, 
 
 And thought H> speed would at their hastening mock.
 
 64 THE FALL OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 iLIV, 
 
 While these, rising, as if from tranquil beds, 
 
 Look round, serene, wakening from soundest sleep, 
 Not e'en disturb'd by dreams, they raise their heads 
 
 And smile upon the rest they found so deep. 
 They recognise the sun ; and if a fear is known, 
 They dread that this is life, which thus again is shown. 
 Each trembling form, that comes from the deep caves 
 
 Where punishment awaits the guilty soul, 
 Runs to the mountain's brow, and suppliant craves 
 
 Its mercied fall to hide their sins so foul. 
 
 XLV. 
 
 Some to the ocean sands rush in great haste : 
 
 But there they meet with crowds shaking the drops 
 From their thin bodies ; and the shore is paced 
 
 By thousands, whom not e'en the ocean stops. 
 But where the bones beneath the waves' light foam did bleach. 
 The forms as from a winding-sheet stepp'd on the beach. 
 With the blue waves, their blood is mingled now, 
 
 In vain, the coral depths give forth their dead. 
 O'er their white bones no more the waves may flow, 
 
 For e'en the power of death for ever's fled.
 
 CANTO THE SECOND. 65 
 
 XLTI. 
 
 The leaves of life, fall'n from the human tree, 
 
 (As autumn leaves are raised from the low ground, 
 And again sudden on the wind seem free 
 
 With life to move upon the air around,) 
 Now rose at once, and their spread dust was animate. 
 One breath of will, from Him who rules their several state, 
 Raised them, altho' the trees' autumnal spoil 
 
 Numbers not crowds like theirs, when the north wind 
 With its cold nipping breath and quick-sped toil 
 
 Strips off the whole, and leaves no speck behind. 
 
 XLVXI. 
 
 When all were risen, the God reveal'd again 
 Shone out on man, not in that lowly vest, 
 Which, suffering, bore the punishment and pain 
 Due unto us, but in his splendour drest. 
 To paint the ministering crowds, the thousand bending knees, 
 The brow, the look sublime, the fair regalities, 
 Of this last act, 'tis passing my weak tongue. 
 
 The power and courts of kings in words may glow 
 More beautiful ; but who has ever sung 
 
 In fitting words such scenes, such heavenly show ? 
 
 F
 
 66 THE FALL OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 XLVIII. 
 
 I cannot speak them. All that I can tell 
 
 Is, that I seem'd to feel, with millions there, 
 As if the sight of such a smile could, well, 
 
 Win even worse than man from evil's lair. 
 Still e'en th' alarm of those, who dreaded lest the whole 
 Of their past torments visit once again their soul, 
 Cause those, who knew the bliss of the grave's rest, 
 
 Look back upon its bed without a sigh ; 
 For such the love that enter'd to the breast, 
 
 That all again would to their penance fly. 
 
 XLIX. 
 
 Jehovah from the sight of man withdrew, 
 
 And they were left upon the joyful earth. 
 But not their life like ours ; they evil knew, 
 
 But 'twas a dream of wrong before this birth. 
 Conscious of virtue, now that they had sinn'd was known 
 By all, and all in penance hoped their grief be shown. 
 There were no rich, no poor, no suffering rank ; 
 
 But all bound in one link one father own'd, 
 And him alone, whom they for mercies thank, 
 
 And whom they know on mercy's seat's enthroned.
 
 CANTO THE SECOND. 67 
 
 Putting their thoughts, their words, beneath controul, 
 
 They, guided by their guardian angel's rule, 
 Soon gain command o'er their rebellious soul, 
 
 And now no more prove folly's langht at tool. 
 Long was their trial, long : but they for strengthening pray'd 
 To Power itself, and Power their soul in strength array'd. 
 They chear'd each other ; and the mother's care 
 
 Was not to feed her child, but to direct 
 Its steps in virtue's tracks, with it to share 
 
 The penance, and each weakness to correct. 
 
 LI. 
 
 This trial pass'd, and God open'd the gate 
 
 Of starry heaven, and he wing'd the feet 
 Of all below ; for all had fill'd their fate, 
 
 And once again the brother angels meet. 
 These first, lockt in their brothers' arms, their time's employ 
 And cares, so long bestow'd in vain, recount in joy. 
 The others then in humble words confess 
 
 Their human wrongs, and all at last rejoice, 
 And turn to their great Sire in thankfulness, 
 
 Who answers thus in mildly sounding voice :
 
 68 THE FALL OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 til. 
 
 Cl My children, you on earth have even known 
 
 The love, that fathers to their offspring hear : 
 Their love is but a type of that I 've shown 
 To those, M r ho have for ages been ray care. 
 But justice yet ordains that I above should show 
 Reward to those who proved, in trial, virtue's glow. 
 To these I give the power of sharing all 
 
 The bliss they gain, with those who fail'd on earth 
 Or, if they will deny this kinder call, 
 Of leaving those within their later birth. 
 
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