Receiving from his mother Earth new strength, Fell whence he stood to see his victor fall; Who durst so proudly tempt the Son of God. As on a floating couch, through the blithe air; True Image of the Father, whether throned 570 580 590 Wandering the wilderness—whatever place, For, though that seat of earthly bliss be failed, For Adam and his chosen sons, whom thou, A Saviour, art come down to reinstall; Where they shall dwell secure, when time shall be, Or lightning, thou shalt fall from Heaven, trod down 600 610 620 630 Queller of Satan! On thy glorious work Thus they the Son of God, our Saviour meek, Sung victor, and, from heavenly feast refreshed, Brought on his way with joy. He, unobserved, Home to his mother's house private returned. |