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230 And Virtues, winged Spirits, and chariots winged, From the armory of God, where stand of old Myriads, between two brazen mountains lodged, Against a solemn day, harnessed at hand, Celestial equipage; and now came forth Spontaneous, for within them Spirit lived, Attendant on their Lord. Heaven opened wide Her ever-during gates, harmonious sound On golden hinges moving, to let forth The King of Glory, in his powerful Word And Spirit coming to create new worlds.— On heavenly ground they stood, and from the shore They viewed the vast immeasurable abyss, Outrageous as a sea, dark, wasteful, wild, Up from the bottom turned by furious winds And surging waves, as mountains, to assault Heaven's highth and with the centre mix the pole.
 * Silence, ye troubled waves, and thou Deep peace!'

Said then the omnific Word; 'your discord end!' Nor stayed, but, on the wings of Cherubim Up-lifted, in paternal glory rode Far into Chaos, and the World unborn; For Chaos heard his voice. Him all his train Followed in bright procession, to behold Creation, and the wonders of his might. Then stayed the fervid wheels, and in his hand