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 Eevning approachd  (For we have also our Eevning and our Morn,  We ours for change delectable, not need)  Forthwith from dance to sweet repast they turn  Desirous, all in Circles as they stood,  Tables are set, and on a sudden pil'd  With Angels Food, and rubied Nectar flows:  In Pearl, in Diamond, and massie Gold,  Fruit of delicious Vines, the growth of Heav'n. 
  They eat, they drink, and with refection sweet  Are fill'd, before th' all bounteous King, who showrd  With copious hand, rejoycing in thir joy. 
  Now when ambrosial Night with Clouds exhal'd  From that high mount of God, whence light & shade  Spring both, the face of brightest Heav'n had changd  To grateful Twilight (for Night comes not there  In darker veile) and roseat Dews dispos'd  All but the unsleeping eyes of God to rest,  Wide over all the Plain, and wider farr  Then all this globous Earth in Plain outspred,  (Such are the Courts of God) Th' Angelic throng  Disperst in Bands and Files thir Camp extend  By living Streams among the Trees of Life,  Pavilions numberless, and sudden reard,  Celestial Tabernacles, where they slept  Fannd with coole Winds, save those who in thir course  Melodious Hymns about the sovran Throne  Alternate all night long: but not so wak'd  SATAN, so call him now, his former name  Is heard no more Heav'n; he of the first,  If not the first Arch-Angel, great in Power,  In favour and praeeminence, yet fraught  With envie against the Son of God, that day  Honourd by his great Father, and proclaimd  MESSIAH King anointed, could not beare  Through pride that sight, and thought himself impaird. 
  Deep malice thence conceiving & disdain,  Soon as midnight brought on the duskie houre  Friendliest to sleep and silence, he resolv'd  With all his Legions to dislodge, and leave  Unworshipt, unobey'd the Throne supream  Contemptuous, and his next subordinate  Awak'ning, thus to him in secret spake. 
  Sleepst thou Companion dear, what sleep can close  Thy eye-lids?  and remembrest what Decree  Of yesterday, so late hath past the lips  Of Heav'ns Almightie. 
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