342 PARADISE LOST. Boom XII: Unfeen before in heav'n, proclaims him come ; And guides the eaftern fages, who inquire Ills place, to offer incenfe, myrrh and gold.: His place of birth a folemn Angel tells To Pimple (hepherds, keeping watch by night ; 365 They gladly thither hatte ; and by a choir OF fquadron'd Angels hear his carol lung. A Virgin is his Mother, but his Sire The Pow'r of the Mott High ! He (hall afcend The Throne hereditary, and bound his reign 370 With earth's wide bounds, his glory with the heav'ns! He ceas'd, difcerning Adam with fuck joy Surcharg'd, as had, like grief, been dew'd in tears Without the vent of words ; which thefe he breath'd. 0 prophet of glad tidings ! finilher 375 Of utmott hope ! now clear I undertland, What oft my fleadiell thoughts have fearch'd in vain : Why our great expectation Ihould be call'd, The feed of woman : Virgin Mother, hail ! High in the love of heav'n ! Yet from my loins 380 Thou (halt proceed, and from thy womb the Son Of God Molt High ; fo God with man unites. Needs mull the fervent now his capital bruife Expel with mortal pain : fay, where and when 384 Their fight, what Broke (hail bruife the victor's heel? To whom thus Michael. Dream not of their fight, As of a duel, or the local wounds Of head or heel : not therefore joins the Son Manhood to God-head, with more ftrength to foil Thy enemy : nor fo is overcome 390 Satan, whole fall from heav'n, deadlier bruife!} Difabled, not to give thee thy death's wound : Which
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