Paradise Regained Part 3

But thou, Infernal Serpent! shalt not long Rule in the clouds. Like an autumnal star, Or lightning, thou shalt fall from Heaven, trod down 620 Under his feet. For proof, ere this thou feel'st Thy wound (yet not thy last and deadliest wound) By this repulse received, and hold'st in h.e.l.l No triumph; in all her gates Abaddon rues Thy bold attempt. Hereafter learn with awe To dread the Son of G.o.d. He, all unarmed, Shall chase thee, with the terror of his voice, From thy demoniac holds, possession foul-- Thee and thy legions; yelling they shall fly, And beg to hide them in a herd of swine, 630 Lest he command them down into the Deep, Bound, and to torment sent before their time.

Hail, Son of the Most High, heir of both Worlds, Queller of Satan! On thy glorious work Now enter, and begin to save Mankind."

Thus they the Son of G.o.d, our Saviour meek, Sung victor, and, from heavenly feast refreshed, Brought on his way with joy. He, un.o.bserved, Home to his mother's house private returned.