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And Heav'nly Language fitted to their State,
Till Night was worn, and the declining Moon
Had now past over her Nocturnal Noon.
When Uriel brighter than the Morning Star,
And swift as Light'ning glancing thro' the Air,
Did to the Prison, from above, repair.
Beauty Divine, and Grace ineffable,
Did on his Cheeks and God-like Features dwell.
His Eyes, like Diamonds set in polish'd Gold,
Did a bright Heav'n of Light and Joy unfold.
Unfading Youth did pure, Ambrosial Red,
Mild Air, and blooming Honours on him spred.
His Golden Hair did on his Shoulders shine
Like Locks of Sun-beams curl'd with Art Divine.
From his bright Face broke such Illustrious Rays
As all blest Minds imbibe, who stedfast gaze
Upon the dazling Beatific Sight,
Ravish'd with Joy, and overwhelm'd with Light.
Immortal Life his Heav'nly Mould did move,
And thro' his radiant Limbs the Vital Glory strove.
Ent'ring the Room the Seraph Silence broke,
And thus the Pious Confessors bespoke:
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