CHAPTER X. The Fall of Man. Translated from the AngloSaxon of Cadmon. OST right it is to chant the ceaseless praise Of Him who guards the starry heights of bliss In Him alone, the Lord Eternal, dwells High in His Majesty, with Justice clothed, He ruled the Heavenly concaves, which at first, Of those who guard the spirits of the just. Then, had the Angelic host triumphant joy 20 Bright messengers were they of Heavenly love Of Him who made them, their eternal King, No deadly sin or lurking, traitorous thought 30 Within the sacred battlements of Heaven 40 Vain was their hope, delusive was their dream; For in the stead of rebel victory and princely power, The rebel host, and such a rancorous mind Then the Archangel spake, His soul inflamed with dark, malicious thoughts: "In the North part of God's sublime domain Will I a kingdom found, a palace rear, Such is my sovereign will." 50 Then was God wroth With that rebellious host, whom at the first, He had endowed. Forthwith, in ire, He formed A place of banishment, an exile-house, Filled with deep anguish and with hellish groans For those who faithless proved to their high trust. Deep was the torture-house and void of joys; 60 And black Tartarean smoke. The cold, He bade, That by alternate tortures Hell itself Might be henceforth doubly unbearable. Then, through the rebel host could nought be heard But horrid blasphemies and bitter cries Against their righteous King, for taking thus Grim retribution on His fallen foes; 70 And in fierce raging mood each rebel sware To wrest the Kingdom from Almighty God. But when the Archangel's Sovereign high upreared state And hoped-for triumph. Then as abject thralls, Joyless and shorn of Heaven's effulgent crown, 80 They stood examples of presumptuous pride. In purpose stern and with relentless hand The Almighty strongly grasped and might have crushed And utterly destroyed His foe. In lieu He seized the realms and stately palaces Their hands had reared, and from His Kingdom hurled The faithless tribe and sent them wailing forth That leads to Hell. No longer might be heard The scornful vaunt; for now their grandeur turned 90 To deepest infamy, their beauteous forms By sin defaced, they urged their darksome way To darker punishment. In torments dire Accursed they dwelt. No longer did they raise The loud derisive laugh; for ceaseless woe, Deep racking pain, grief unassuageable And hydra-headed torture, all around, Enthroned in blackest darkness, mocked their cries; Just retribution for the unholy war They thought to wage against Almighty God. Then, once again, there reigned celestial Peace Strife, Fear and Hate, Offspring of traitorous and unholy thought, From Heaven expelled, found refuge in the dark 100 And joyless shades of God's great torture-house. Rebellious lust, in lonely grandeur stood; Its palaces so richly wrought and fair, |