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102 What wonder then if fields and regions here Breathe forth elixir pure, and rivers run Potable gold, when, with one virtuous touch, The arch-chemic sun, so far from us remote, Produces, with terrestrial humor mixed, Here in the dark so many precious things, Of colour glorious, and effect so rare! Here matter new to gaze the Devil met Undazzled. Far and wide his eye commands; For sight no obstacle found here nor shade, But all sunshine, as when his beams at noon Culminate from the equator, as they now Shot upward still direct, whence no way round Shadow from body opaque can fall; and the air, Nowhere so clear, sharpened his visual ray To objects distant far, whereby he soon Saw within ken a glorious Angel stand, The same whom John saw also in the sun. His back was turned, but not his brightness hid; Of beaming sunny rays a golden tiar Circled his head, nor less his locks behind Illustrious, on his shoulders fledge with wings, Lay waving round; on some great charge employed He seemed, or fixed in cogitation deep.
 * Glad was the spirit impure, as now in hope

To find who might direct his wandering flight To Paradise, the happy seat of Man,