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Full little thought they then,
That the mighty Pan
Was kindly come to live with them below; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep,
Was all that did their filly thoughts fo bufy keep.
When fuch mufic sweet
Their hearts and ears did greet,
As never was by mortal finger ftrook,
Answering the ftringed noise,
As all their fouls in blissful rapture took:
The air fuch pleasure loath to lofe,
With thousand echo's ftill prolongs each heav'nly
Nature that heard such found,
Beneath the hollow round
Of Cynthia's feat, the aery region thrilling,
Now was almost won
103. the aery region thril ling,] Piercing the air. So in Spenfer, Faery Queen B. 1. Cant. 3. St. 42.
With thrilling point of deadly
iron brand: and Cant. 6. St. 6. thrilling shrieks; and in other places.
To think her part was done,
And that her reign had here its laft fulfilling; She knew such harmony alone
Could hold all Heav'n and Earth in happier union.
At last surrounds their fight
A globe of circular light,
That with long beams the shame-fac'd night array'd;
The helmed Cherubim,
And fworded Seraphim,
Are seen in glittering ranks with wings display'd, Harping in loud and folemn quire,
With unexpreffive notes to Heav'n's new-born Heir,
Such mufic (as 'tis faid)
Before was never made,
But when of old the fons of morning sung,
While the Creator great
His conftellations fet,
And the well-balanc'd world on hinges hung,
116. With unexpreffive notes] Job XXXVIII. 7. When the morn
See Lycidas ver. 176.
ing ftars fang together, and all the
119. But when of old the fons of fons of God shouted for joy. morning fung, As we read in
And caft the dark foundations deep,
And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel keep. ST
have pow'r to touch our fenfes fo) ni F
Move in melodious time,
And let the base of Heav'n's deep organ blow, 130
Make up full confort to th' angelic fymphony.
For if fuch holy fong
Inwrap our fancy long,
Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold, 135
And speckled Vanity
Will ficken foon and die,
And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mold, friti
And Hell itself will pass away,
And leave her dolorous manfions to the peering day.
With radiant feet the tiffued clouds down steering, And Heav'n, as at some festival,
Will open wide the gates of her high palace hall,
But wifeft Fate fays no,
This must not yet be so,
The babe lies yet in fmiling infancy, That on the bitter crofs
With fuch a horrid clang
As on mount Sinai rang,
While the red fire, and fmouldring clouds out brake:
The aged earth aghast,
With terror of that blaft,..
Shall from the furface to the center fhake;
When at the world's laft feffion,
The dreadful Judge in middle air fhall fpread his
And then at last our blifs
Full and perfect is,
But now begins; for from this happy day
Th' old Dragon under ground
In ftraiter limits bound,
A mafs of folid fier burning bright
Roll'd up in mouldring fumes there burfteth out:
and XIII. 61.
And in each vein a mouldring fire there dwelt.
172. Swindges the fealy horror of
his folded tail.] Thefe images are plainly copied from Spenfer's defcription of the old dragon: and no wonder Milton was fond of it