The Adamus exul of Grotius; or The Prototype of Paradise Lost — page 35: what you’re looking at

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I8 ADAMUS EXUL. Work out his just commands—his praise extol, Cherish his love, and learn his hidden truth, Which secret things makes manifest, and search Its works, which are the index of the power Which formed them so resplendent, and preserves. Adam. Truth is in all thy words ; and since the day Angel. Of my mysterious birth in this new sphere, Wherein I wakened and beheld a world Of vital miracles round me, hath my soul Burned with a still yet quenchless appetite To know the occult philosophy of things. Stupid, and crushed with ignorance, I live, Not in myself, but in the vague amaze Of all external marvels. O my guide, If thy swift-thinking passion-stirring mind One vacant hour can idle, ah disperse This thick cloud of wild wonder, and instruct With angel-wisdom a poor child of clay ! O Adam, One Almighty Word there is! He from his still eternity went forth, And did with intellectual plastic power Inform that spiritual element, which none Can understand, whether divine or not, Whose form is Nature, and whose course is Time. From hence the immortal Chorus, sons of God, The angelic host arose, and with them sprung, Adapted to their minds, those physical stars Of morning, which did sing Creation’s birth. Thus was God’s primitive universe all light, All glory, all renown, till Lucifer, Chief of the angel guardians of the stars, Rebelled in heaven, and grisly war disturbed The prime crystalline spheres. Michael opposed, With all the heroic loyalty of heaven, The apostate foe ; and him, with all his powers Of impious demons and Titanian stars, Hurled from the effulgent centre. Hence arose The purgatorial gulf of exiled Nature, Chaos and Night, the immeasurable mass Of mixed material elements, and forms Shattered in ominous ruin. Then at last The Spirit of God moved on the murky face Of the confused abyss, and, with the swift And thought-winged powers that work the Almighty’s will, The lapsed intelligences of fallen worlds Roused from their torpid trance; and these disposed Over new suns and planet earths to prove Moral probation, such as best befits Immortal souls in mortal forms confined. The best of these that least had forfeited COL @ DOO <S (c@