The Adamus exul of Grotius; or The Prototype of Paradise Lost — page 34: what you’re looking at

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<a Adam. Angel. A TRAGEDY.—ACT ll. 17 Blessed be God! the eternal God and Sire Of gods and men. His omnipresence fills All minds, all bodies ; no beginning, he No end doth know ; no equal, in all else The self-omniscient. Unto him no form But light, and but infinitude no place; God's life, it is eternity; his end His proper possibility. All hail! Paternal and imperishable God ! One, only One, thou dwellest, yet dost contain, In unity, triplicity of minds, Powers, and relations. O majestic Fount Of Goodness! Origin of vital Truth ! Thy divine Son and Wisdom, unto whom Wishes are works. He, whatsoever ill With wings of gloom o’ercasts the unwary soul, Dispels ; and with the ever genial spirit of love, Doth soothe all sorrows, and all sins forgive. Well hast thou spoken, O Adam! God in thee His image hath infused, and therewithal Divinest truths which teach thee what he is ; Him know we but in part—Himself alone Himself throughout discerns—the which he views, And viewing doth admire ; enjoys all good Which creatures share in fragments of delight. Yes, God is supreme Mind, the Spirit that fills The universe, impregnates and informs ; He is the Truth; all truth he therefore knows. All good is He; He is the cause of good, Which like an emanation doth proceed From its unfathomable source. We stand Nearest to Him, his chosen ministers, Cherub and seraph, archangelic powers, Who work His will; but in His holy sight Heaven is not pure, ‘and we, with folly charged, Blush, and with veiling wings our brows o’ershade ; O how remorsefully ; and far removed. From that most incommunicable fire, Which, Iris-like, involves the unconquered. throne. Such are his ministers, and such are yours, For he doth send us to you, to protect Your worship and your innocence; and thus We pass ‘twixt heaven and earth, ‘twixt earth and — Viewless and momently. Yet not the less Pure indivisible minds, which though indeed Not gifted with ubiquity, are here And there, as instantaneously as light. Adam, how boundless our felicity, | Thou may’st conceive, may’st feel. Still be it ours To will even as God wills, and urgently D COL @ DOO <S (c@