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Rh Left to his own free-will, his will though free Yet mutable; whence warn him to beware He swerve not, too secure. Tell him withal His danger, and from whom; what enemy, Late fallen himself from Heaven, is plotting now The fall of others from like state of bliss; By violence? no, for that shall be withstood; But by deceit and lies. This let him know, Lest wilfully transgressing he pretend Surprisal, unadmonished, unforewarned."
 * So spake the eternal Father, and fulfilled

All justice. Nor delayed the winged Saint After his charge received; but, from among Thousand celestial Ardours, where he stood, Veiled with his gorgeous wings, up-springing light Flew through the midst of Heaven—the angelic quires, On each hand parting, to his speed gave way Through all the empyreal road—till, at the gate Of Heaven arrived, the gate self-opened wide, On golden hinges turning, as by work Divine the sovran Architect had framed. From hence—no cloud or, to obstruct his sight, Star interposed however small—he sees, Not unconform to other shining globes,