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212 Into their substance pent, which wrought them pain Implacable, and many a dolorous groan, Long struggling underneath, ere they could wind Out of such prison; though Spirits of purest light, Purest at first, now gross by sinning grown. The rest, in imitation, to like arms Betook them, and the neighboring hills up-tore; So hills amid the air encountered hills, Hurled to and fro with jaculation dire, That underground they fought in dismal shade; Infernal noise; war seemed a civil game To this uproar; horrid confusion heaped Upon confusion rose. And now all Heaven Had gone to wrack, with ruin overspread, Had not the Almighty Father, where he sits Shrined in his sanctuary of Heaven secure, Consulting on the sum of things, foreseen This tumult, and permitted all, advised, That his great purpose he might so fulfil, To honor his anointed Son avenged Upon his enemies, and to declare All power on him transferred. Whence to his Son, The assessor of his throne, he thus began:
 * Effulgence of my glory, Son beloved,

Son in whose face invisible is beheld Visibly what by Deity I am, And in whose hand what by decree I do, Second Omnipotence! two days are past,