Whate'er his cruel malice could invent.He now shall know I can produce a man,Of female seed, far abler to resistAll his solicitations, and at lengthAll his vast force, and drive him back to Hell—Winning by conquest what the first man lostBy fallacy surprised. But first I meanTo exercise him in the Wilderness;There he shall first lay down the rudimentsOf his great warfare, ere I send him forthTo conquer Sin and Death, the two grand foes.By humiliation and strong sufferanceHis weakness shall o'ercome Satanic strength,And all the world, and mass of sinful flesh;That all the Angels and aethereal Powers—They now, and men hereafter—may discernFrom what consummate virtue I have choseThis perfet man, by merit called my Son,To earn salvation for the sons of men."So spake the Eternal Father, and all HeavenAdmiring stood a space; then into hymnsBurst forth, and in celestial measures moved,Circling the throne and singing, while the handSung with the voice, and this the argument:—"Victory and triumph to the Son of God,Now entering his great duel, not of arms,But to vanquish by wisdom hellish wiles!The Father knows the Son; therefore secureVentures his filial virtue, though untried,Against whate'er may tempt, whate'er seduce,Allure, or terrify, or undermine.Be frustrate, all ye stratagems of Hell,And, devilish machinations, come to nought!"So they in Heaven their odes and vigils tuned.Meanwhile the Son of God, who yet some daysLodged in Bethabara, where John baptized,Musing and much revolving in his breastHow best the mighty work he might beginOf Saviour to mankind, and which way firstPublish his godlike office now mature,One day forth walked alone, the Spirit leadingAnd his deep thoughts, the better to converseWith solitude, till, far from track of men,Thought following thought, and step by step led on,He entered now the bordering Desert wild,And, with dark shades and rocks environed round,His holy meditations thus pursued:—"O what a multitude of thoughts at onceAwakened in me swarm, while I considerWhat from within I feel myself, and hearWhat from without comes often to my ears,Ill sorting with my present state compared!When I was yet a child, no childish playTo me was pleasing; all my mind was setSerious to learn and know, and thence to do,What might be public good; myself I thoughtBorn to that end, born to promote all truth,All righteous things. Therefore, above my years,The Law of God I read, and found it sweet;Made it my whole delight, and in it grewTo such perfection that, ere yet my ageHad measured twice six years, at our great FeastI went into the Temple, there to hearThe teachers of our Law, and to proposeWhat might improve my knowledge or their own,And was admired by all. Yet this not allTo which my spirit aspired. Victorious deedsFlamed in my heart, heroic acts—one whileTo rescue Israel from the Roman yoke;Then to subdue and quell, o'er all the earth,Brute violence and proud tyrannic power,Till truth were freed, and equity restored:Yet held it more humane, more heavenly, firstBy winning words to conquer willing hearts,And make persuasion do the work of fear;At least to try, and teach the erring soul,Not wilfully misdoing, but unwareMisled; the stubborn only to subdue.These growing thoughts my mother soon perceiving,By words at times cast forth, inly rejoiced,And said to me apart, 'High are thy thoughts,O Son! but nourish them, and let them soarTo what highth sacred virtue and true worthCan raise them, though above example high;By matchless deeds express thy matchless Sire.For know, thou art no son of mortal man;Though men esteem thee low of parentage,Thy Father is the Eternal King who rulesAll Heaven and Earth, Angels and sons of men.A messenger from God foretold thy birthConceived in me a virgin; he foretoldThou shouldst be great, and sit on David's throne,And of thy kingdom there should be no end.At thy nativity a glorious quireOf Angels, in the fields of Bethlehem, sungTo shepherds, watching at their folds by night,And told them the Messiah now was born,Where they might see him; and to thee they came,Directed to the manger where thou lay'st;For in the inn was left no better room.A Star, not seen before, in heaven appearing,Guided the Wise Men thither from the East,To honour thee with incense, myrrh, and gold;By whose bright course led on they found the place,Affirming it thy star, new–graven in heaven,By which they knew thee King of Israel born.Just Simeon and prophetic Anna, warnedBy vision, found thee in the Temple, and spake,Before the altar and the vested priest,Like things of thee to all that present stood.'This having heart, straight I again revolvedThe Law and Prophets, searching what was writConcerning the Messiah, to our scribesKnown partly, and soon found of whom they spakeI am—this chiefly, that my way must lieThrough many a hard assay, even to the death,Ere I the promised kingdom can attain,Or work redemption for mankind, whose sins'Full weight must be transferred upon my head.Yet, neither thus disheartened or dismayed,The time prefixed I waited; when beholdThe Baptist (of whose birth I oft had heard,Not knew by sight) now come, who was to comeBefore Messiah, and his way prepare!I, as all others, to his baptism came,Which I believed was from above; but heStraight knew me, and with loudest voice proclaimedMe him (for it was shewn him so from Heaven)—Me him whose harbinger he was; and firstRefused on me his baptism to confer,As much his greater, and was hardly won.But, as I rose out of the laving stream,Heaven opened her eternal doors, from whenceThe Spirit descended on me like a Dove;And last, the sum of all, my Father's voice,Audibly heard from Heaven, pronounced me his,Me his beloved Son, in whom aloneHe was well pleased: by which I knew the timeNow full, that I no more should live obscure,But openly begin, as best becomesThe authority which I derived from Heaven.And now by some strong motion I am ledInto this wilderness; to what intentI learn not yet. Perhaps I need not know;For what concerns my knowledge God reveals."So spake our Morning Star, then in his rise,And, looking round, on every side beheldA pathless desert, dusk with horrid shades.The way he came, not having marked return,Was difficult, by human steps untrod;