Be but the shaddow of Heav'n, and things thereinEach to other like, more then on earth is thought?As yet this world was not, and Chaos wildeReignd where these Heav'ns now rowl, where Earth now restsUpon her Center pois'd, when on a day
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(For Time, though in Eternitie, appli'dTo motion, measures all things durableBy present, past, and future) on such dayAs Heav'ns great Year brings forth, th' Empyreal HostOf Angels by Imperial summons call'd,Innumerable before th' Almighties ThroneForthwith from all the ends of Heav'n appeerdUnder thir Hierarchs in orders brightTen thousand thousand Ensignes high advanc'd,Standards, and Gonfalons twixt Van and Reare
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Streame in the Aire, and for distinction serveOf Hierarchies, of Orders, and Degrees;Or in thir glittering Tissues bear imblaz'dHoly Memorials, acts of Zeale and LoveRecorded eminent. Thus when in OrbesOf circuit inexpressible they stood,Orb within Orb, the Father infinite,By whom in bliss imbosom'd sat the Son,Amidst as from a flaming Mount, whose[t]opBrightness had made invisible, thus spake.
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Hear all ye Angels, Progenie of Light,Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Vertues, Powers,Hear my Decree, which unrevok't shall stand.This day I have begot whom I declareMy onely Son, and on this holy HillHim have anointed, whom ye now beholdAt my right hand; your Head I him appoint;And by my Self have sworn to him shall bowAll knees in Heav'n, and shall confess him Lord:Under his great Vice-gerent Reign abide
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United as one individual SouleFor ever happie: him who disobeyesMee disobeyes, breaks union, and that dayCast out from God and blessed vision, fallsInto utter darkness, deep ingulft, his placeOrdaind without redemption, without end.So spake th' Omnipotent, and with his wordsAll seemd well pleas'd, all seem'd, but were not all.That day, as other solem dayes, they spentIn song and dance about the sacred Hill,
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Mystical dance, which yonder starrie SpheareOf Planets and of fixt in all her WheelesResembles nearest, mazes intricate,Eccentric, intervolv'd, yet regularThen most, when most irregular they seem:And in thir motions harmonie DivineSo smooths her charming tones, that Gods own earListens delighted. Eevning approachd(For we have also our Eevning and our Morn,We ours for change delectable, not need)
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Forthwith from dance to sweet repast they turnDesirous, all in Circles as they stood,Tables are set, and on a sudden pil'dWith Angels Food, and rubied Nectar flows:In Pearl, in Diamond, and massie Gold,Fruit of delicious Vines, the growth of Heav'n.They eat, they drink, and with refection sweetAre fill'd, before th' all bounteous King, who showrdWith copious hand, rejoycing in thir joy.