ALL nighe dreadless Angel unpursud
till Morn,
akt by th rosie hand
Unbarrd tes of Lighere is a Cave
it of God, fast by hrone, [ 5 ]
and darkness in perpetual round
Lodge and dislodge by turns, whrough heavn
Grateful vicissitude, like Day and Night;
Lig ther dore
Obsequious darkness enters, till her houre [ 10 ]
to veile t well
Seem the Morn
Suc heavn, arrayd in Gold
Empyreal, from before Night,
S t Beams: whe Plain [ 15 ]
Coverd teld Squadrons bright,
Cs and flaming Armes, and fierie Steeds
Reflecting blaze on blaze, first met his view:
arr , and found
Already known w [ 20 ]
to ed: gladly t
Among those friendly Powers who him receavd
itions loud, t one
t of so many Myriads falln, yet one
Returnd not lost: On to the sacred hill [ 25 ]
t
Before t supream; from whence a voice
From midst a Golden Cloud thus milde was heard.
Servant of God,
tter fig maintaind [ 30 ]
Against revolted multitudes the Cause
Of trutier they in Armes;
And for testimonie of trut born
Universal reproaco beare
thy care [ 35 ]
to stand approvd in sighough orlds
Judgd t now
Remains t of friends,
Back on to return
t depart, and to subdue [ 40 ]
By force, whir Law refuse,
Righir King
Messia of merit Reigns.