And bird and beast and fish abound.

Thus in your narrow booth mete forth

The wide creation’s flaming girth,

And wing your progress, pondered well,

From heaven to earth, from earth to hell.

 PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN. 

 The Lord—The Heavenly Hosts: afterwards Mephistopheles. 

The Lord

The Heavenly Hosts

Mephistopheles

Raphael.

Raphael.

The Sun doth chime his ancient music

The

’Mid brothered spheres’ contending song.

And on his fore-appointed journey

With pace of thunder rolls along.

Strength drink the angels from his glory,

Though none may throughly search his way:

God’s works rehearse their wondrous story

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