The Adamus exul of Grotius; or The Prototype of Paradise Lost — page 32: what you’re looking at

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A TRAGEDY.—ACT I. | Of sleepless agonies. Lo he Who late in heaven resplendent shone, Now writhes in wordless ecstasy Of woes, unpitied and unknown. He who refused to call his God More than his equal, now is cast, By all despised, by all abhorr’d, To weep for glories ever past From his lost soul. How like the star Of orient day, once beamed he forth, Dazzling all eyes, and scattering far His burning splendours south and north ; Like Lucifer, the prince of light, He led the morning stars along ; Now Hesperus, of ominous night, His sole compeers, the infernal throng, He walks in darkness. Happy they Who like the unfallen angels dwell, And celebrate their Deity, With voice of musie's choral swell, From Heaven’s empyreal citadel Where God is light. Whose truth and love Are sun and moon; whose genial rays Send rapture thro’ all hearts above,— The voiceless joy,—the sweet amaze. But he, alas ! how sad the dream Of our fallen brother, outcast, lost ; Who glides on the portentous gleam Of bursting meteors, shattered, crost ; Whose wild, oblique, and quivering course Rocks the firm poles, and hurrying by, With passion-winged remorseless force Scares the bright armies of the sky, Dancing perpetual jubilee. And now he goes, in all his power Of blasted treachery, to abuse That human race, which to this hour Is holy, just. Will these refuse The fair seduction ? Will they stand ? Or, like our lapsed and exiled foes, Sink from the glory and command Of virtue, to the accursed woes Which crush the apostate and the damned ? (C@ inn 5 @ DOO <S (c@