Read The Complete Poetry of John Milton Online
Authors: John Milton
Tags: #English; Irish; Scottish; Welsh, #Poetry, #European
190
And his deep thoughts, the better to converse
With solitude, till far from track of men,
Thought following thought, and step by step led on,
He enter’d now the bordering Desert wild,
And with dark shades and rocks environ’d round,
195
His holy Meditations thus persu’d.
O what a multitude of thoughts at once
Awak’n’d in me swarm, while I consider
What from within I feel my self, and hear
What from without comes often to my ears,
200
Ill sorting with my present state compar’d.
When I was yet a child, no childish play
To me was pleasing, all my mind was set
Serious to learn and know, and thence to do
What might be publick good; my self I thought
205
Born 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 grew
To such perfection, that e’re yet my age
210
Had measur’d twice six years, at our great Feast
I went into the Temple, there to hear
The Teachers of our Law, and to propose
What might improve my knowledge or their own;
And was admir’d
12
by all, yet this not all
215
To which my Spirit aspir’d, victorious deeds
Flam’d in my heart, heroic acts, one while
To rescue
Israel
from the
Roman
yoke,
Then to subdue and quell o’re all the earth
Brute violence and proud Tyrannick pow’r,
220
Till truth were freed, and equity restor’d:
Yet held it more humane, more heav’nly first
By winning words to conquer willing hearts,
And make perswasion do the work of fear;
At least to try, and teach the erring Soul
225
Not wilfully mis-doing, but unware
Misled; the stubborn only to subdue.
These growing thoughts my Mother soon perceiving
By words at times cast forth inly rejoyc’d,
And said to me apart, high are thy thoughts
230
O Son, but nourish them and let them soar
To what highth sacred vertue and true worth
Can raise them, though above example high;
By matchless Deeds express thy matchless Sire.
For know, thou art no Son of mortal man,
235
Though men esteem thee low of Parentage,
Thy Father is th’ Eternal King, who rules
All Heav’n and Earth, Angels and Sons of men.
A messenger from God fore-told thy birth
Conceiv’d in me a Virgin, he fore-told
240
Thou shouldst be great and sit on
David
’s Throne,
And of thy Kingdom there should be no end.
At thy Nativity a glorious Quire
Of Angels in the fields of
Bethlehem
sung
To Shepherds watching at their folds by night,
245
And told them the Messiah now was born,
Where they might see him, and to thee they came;
Directed to the Manger where thou lais’t,
For in the Inn was left no better room:
A Star, not seen before in Heav’n appearing
250
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 grav’n in Heav’n,
By which they knew thee King of
Israel
born.
255
Just
Simeon
and Prophetic
Anna
, warn’d
By Vision,
13
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 heard, strait I again revolv’d
14
260
The Law and Prophets, searching what was writ
Concerning the Messiah, to our Scribes
Known partly, and soon found of whom they spake
I am; this chiefly, that my way must lie
Through many a hard assay ev’n to the death,
265
E’re I the promis’d Kingdom can attain,
Or work Redemption for mankind, whose sins
Full weight must be transferr’d upon my head.
Yet neither thus disheart’n’d or dismay’d,
The time prefixt I waited, when behold
270
The Baptist (of whose birth I oft had heard,
Not knew by sight) now come, who was to come
Before Messiah and his way prepare.
I as all others to his Baptism came,
Which I believ’d was from above; but he
275
Strait knew me, and with loudest voice proclaim’d
Me him (for it was shew’n him so from Heav’n)
Me him whose Harbinger he was; and first
Refus’d on me his Baptism to confer,
As much his greater, and was hardly won;
280
But as I rose out of the laving stream,
Heav’n open’d her eternal doors, from whence
The Spirit descended on me like a Dove,
And last the sum of all, my Father’s voice,
Audibly heard from Heav’n, pronounc’d me his,
285
Me his beloved Son, in whom alone
He was well pleas’d; by which I knew the time
Now full, that I no more should live obscure,
But openly begin, as best becomes
Th’ Authority which I deriv’d from Heav’n.
290
And now by some strong motion I am led
Into this Wilderness, to what intent
I learn not yet, perhaps I need not know;
For what concerns my knowledge God reveals.
So spake our Morning Star
15
then in his rise,
295
And looking round on every side beheld
A pathless Desert, dusk with horrid shades;
The way he came not having mark’d, return
Was difficult, by human steps untrod;
And he still on was led, but with such thoughts
300
Accompanied of things past and to come
Lodg’d in his brest, as well might recommend
Such Solitude before choicest Society.
Full forty days he pass’d, whether on hill
Sometimes, anon in shady vale, each night
305
Under the covert of some ancient Oak,
Or Cedar, to defend him from the dew,
Or harbour’d in one Cave, is not reveal’d;
Nor tasted human food, nor hunger felt
Till those days ended, hunger’d then at last
310
Among wild Beasts: they at his sight grew mild,
Nor sleeping him nor waking harm’d, his walk
The fiery Serpent fled, and noxious Worm,
16
The Lion and fierce Tiger glar’d aloof.
But now an aged man in Rural weeds,
315
Following, as seem’d, the quest of some stray Ewe,
Or wither’d sticks to gather; which might serve
Against a Winters day when winds blow keen,
To warm him wet return’d from field at Eve,
He saw approach, who first with curious eye
320
Perus’d him, then with words thus utter’d spake.
Sir, what ill chance hath brought thee to this place
So far from path or road of men, who pass
In Troop or Caravan, for single none
Durst ever, who return’d, and dropt not here
325
His Carcass, pin’d with hunger and with droughth?
I ask the rather, and the more admire,
For that to me thou seem’st the man, whom late
Our new baptizing Prophet at the Ford
Of
Jordan
honour’d so, and call’d thee Son
330
Of God; I saw and heard, for we sometimes
Who dwell this wild, constrain’d by want, come forth
To Town or Village nigh (nighest is far)
Where aught we hear, and curious are to hear,
What happ’ns new; Fame also finds us out.
335
To whom the Son of God. Who brought me hither
Will bring me hence, no other Guide I seek.
By Miracle he may, reply’d the Swain,
What other way I see not, for we here
Live on tough roots and stubs, to thirst inur’d
340
More then the Camel, and to drink go far,
Men to much misery and hardship born;
But if thou be the Son of God, command
That out of these hard stones be made thee bread;
So shalt thou save thy self and us relieve
345
With Food, whereof we wretched seldom taste.
He ended, and the Son of God reply’d.
Think’st thou such force in Bread? is it not written
(For I discern thee other then thou seem’st)
Man lives not by Bread only, but each Word