boot IV. PARADISE liEGAIN'D. #1,1 No triumph ; in all her gates Abaddon rues Thy bold attempt ; hereafter learn with awe 6g j To dread the Son of God : he all unarmed Shall chace thee with the terror of his voice From thy demoniac holds, poireffion foul, Thee and thy legions ; yelling they (hall fly; And beg to hide them in a herd of fwine, 6 0 Left he command them down into the deep Bound, and to torment fent before their time. Hail Son of the moft high, heir of both worlds; Queller of Satan, on thy glorious work Now enter, and begin to fave mankind. 6jst Thus they the Son of God our Saviour meek Sung victor, and from heav'nly feaft refreth'd Brought on his way with joy ; he unobferv'd Home to his mother's houfe private return'd. THE END OF THE FOURTH AND LAST BOOX, Nnnn SAMSON
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