MILTON's PARADISE LOST: I N TWELVE BOOKS.; BOOK VL AL L night the dreadlefs Angel, unpurfu'd, Thro' heav'n's wide champain held his way, till Morn; Wak'd by the circling Hours, with rofy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light, There is a cave Within the mount of God, fait by his throne, Where light and darknefs in perpetual round Lodge and diflodge by turns, which makes throb heav'n Grateful viciffitude, like day and night, Light iffues forth, and at the other door Obfequious darknefs enters, till hsr hour io To veil the heav'n, (tho' darknefs there might well Seem twilight here) and now went forth the Morn, Such as in higheft heav'n, array'd in gold Empyreal ; from before her vanifh'd night, Shot thro' with orient beams : when all the plain 15 Y Cover'd
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