But first from under shadie arborous roof,
Soon as they forth were e to open sight
Of day-spring, and the Sun, who scarce up risen
With wheels yet h ore the O brim, [ 140 ]
Shot paralel to the earth his dewie ray,
Disc in wide Lantskip all the East
Of Paradise and Edens happie Plains,
Lowly they bowd ad, and began
Thir Orisons, each M duly paid [ 145 ]
In various style, for her various style
Nor holy rapture wahey to praise
Thir Maker, in fit strains pronounct or sung
Uated, such prompt eloquence
Flowd from thir lips, in Prose or numerous Verse, [ 150 ]
More tuneable then needed Lute or Harp
To add more sweetness, and they thus began.
These are thy glorious works, Parent of good,
Almightie, thihis universal Frame,
Thus wondrous fair; thy self how wondrous then! [ 155 ]
Unspeakable, who sitst above these Heavens
To us invisible or dimly seen
Ihy lowest works, yet these declare
Thy goodness beyond thought, and Power Divine:
Speak yee who best tell, ye Sons of Light, [ 160 ]
Angels, for yee behold him, and with songs
And choral symphonies, Day without Night,
Circle his Throne rejoyg, yee in Heavn,
Oh joyn all ye Creatures to extoll
Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. [ 165 ]
Fairest of Starrs, last irain of Night,
If better thou belong not to the dawn,
Sure pledge of day, that st the smiling Morn
With thy bright Circlet, praise him in thy Spheare
While day arises, that sweet hour of Prime. [ 170 ]
Thou Sun, of this great World both Eye and Soule,
Aowledge him thy Greater, sound his praise
In thy eternal course, both when thou climbst,
And when high Noon hast gaind, and when thou fallst.
Moon, that now meetst the orient Sun, now flist [ 175 ]
With the fixt Starrs, fixt in thir Orb that flies,
And yee five other wandring Fires that move
In mystiot without Song, resound
His praise, who out of Darkness calld up Light.