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Rh  Of beaming unnie Raies, a golden tiar Circl’d his Head, nor les his Locks behind lllutrious on his Shoulders fledge with wings Lay waving round; on om great charge imploy’d Hee eemd, or ﬁxt in cogitation deep. 640 Glad was the Spirit impure as now in hope To ﬁnd who might direct his wandring flight To Paradie the happie feat of Man, His journies end and our beginning woe. But ﬁrt he cats to change his proper hape, Which ele might work him danger or delay: And now a tripling Cherube he appeers, Not of the prime, yet uch as in his face Youth mil'd Celetial, and to every Limb Sutable grace diffus’d, o well he feignd; 650 Under a Coronet his flowing haire In curles on either cheek plaid, wings he wore Of many a colourd plume prinkl’d with Gold, His habit fit for peed uccinct, and held Before his decent teps a Silver wand. He drew not nigh unheard, the Angel bright, Ere he drew nigh, his radiant viage turnd, Admoniht by his eare, and rait was known Th’ Arch-Angel Uriel, one of the eav’n Who in Gods prefence, neeret to his Throne 660 Stand ready at command, and are his Eyes That run through all the Heav’ns, or down to th’ Bear his wift errands over moit and dry, (Earth O’re Sea and Land: him Satan thus accotes. Uriel, for thou of thoe eav’n Spirits that tand In ﬁght of God’s high Throne, gloriouly bright, The ﬁrt art wont his great authentic will