Flew up, nor missed the way, by envious windesBlow'n vagabond or frustrate: in they passdDimentionless through Heav'nly dores; then cladWith incense, where the Golden Altar fum'd,By thir great Intercessor, came in sight
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Before the Fathers Throne: Them the glad SonPresenting, thus to intercede began.See Father, what first fruits on Earth are sprungFrom thy implanted Grace in Man, these SighsAnd Prayers, which in this Golden Censer, mixtWith Incense, I thy Priest before thee bring,Fruits of more pleasing savour from thy seedSow'n with contrition in his heart, then thoseWhich his own hand manuring all the TreesOf Paradise could have produc't, ere fall'n
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From innocence. Now therefore bend thine eareTo supplication, heare his sighs though mute;Unskilful with what words to pray, let meeInterpret for him, mee his AdvocateAnd propitiation, all his works on meeGood or not good ingraft, my Merit thoseShall perfet, and for these my Death shall pay.Accept me, and in mee from these receaveThe smell of peace toward Mankinde, let him liveBefore thee reconcil'd, at least his days
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Numberd, though sad, till Death, his doom (which ITo mitigate thus plead, not to reverse)To better life shall yeeld him, where with meeAll my redeemd may dwell in joy and bliss,Made one with me as I with thee am one.To whom the Father, without Cloud, serene.All thy request for Man, accepted Son,Obtain, all thy request was my Decree:But longer in that Paradise to dwell,The Law I gave to Nature him forbids:
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Those pure immortal Elements that knowNo gross, no unharmoneous mixture foule,Eject him tainted now, and purge him offAs a distemper, gross to aire as gross,And mortal food, as may dispose him bestFor dissolution wrought by Sin, that firstDistemperd all things, and of incorruptCorrupted. I at first with two fair giftsCreated him endowd, with HappinessAnd Immortalitie: that fondly lost,
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This other serv'd but to eternize woe;Till I provided Death; so Death becomesHis final remedie, and after LifeTri'd in sharp tribulation, and refin'dBy Faith and faithful works, to second Life,Wak't in the renovation of the just,Resignes him up with Heav'n and Earth renewd.But let us call to Synod all the BlestThrough Heav'ns wide bounds; from them I will not hideMy judgments, how with Mankind I proceed,
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As how with peccant Angels late they saw;And in thir state, though firm, stood more confirmd.He ended, and the Son gave signal highTo the bright Minister that watchd, hee blewHis Trumpet, heard in Oreb since perhapsWhen God descended, and perhaps once moreTo sound at general Doom. Th' Angelic blastFilld all the Regions: from thir blissful Bowrs