rli8 PARADISE LOST. Boot( V. Nor holy rapture wanted they to praife Their Maker, in fit (trains pronounc'd or Tung Unmeditat(-d, fuck prompt eloquence Flow'd from their lips, in profe or numerous verfe: 150 More tunable, than needed lute or harp To add more fveetnefs, and they thus began. Thefe are thy glorious works, Parent of Good ! Almighty ! thine this univerfal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thy fell how wondrous then ! 155 Unlpeakable ! who fiteft above thefe heav'ns, To us invifible, or dimly feen In there thy loweft works : yet thefe declare Thy goodnefs beyond thought, and pow'r divine. Speak ye who bell can tell, ye Eons of light, 16 Angels! for ye behold him, and with longs And choral fymphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing, ye in heav'n. On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him firft, him laft, him midft, and without end ! 165 Faireft of liars, laft in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day that crown'ft the fmiling morn With thy bright circlet, praife him in thy fphere While day arifes, that fweet hour of prime. 170 Thou fun, of this great world both eye and foul Acknowledge him thy greater, found his praife In thy eternal courfe, both when thou climbt}, And when high noon hail gain'd,and when thou Moon that now meet'(" the orient fun, now fly'ft 175 With the fix'd oars, fix'd in their orb that flies ; And ye five other wandring fires, that move In myftic dance not without fong, refound His praife, who out of darknefs call'd up light. Air, and ye elements, the eldeft birth 188 of
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