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Nigh on the Plain in many cells prepard, [ 700 ]

That underneath had veins of liquid fire

Slucd from the Lake, a second multitude

With wondrous Art found out the massie Ore,

Severing each kind, and scumd the Bullion dross:

A third as soon had formd within the ground [ 705 ]

A various mould, and from the boyling cells

By strange conveyance filld each hollow nook,

As in an Organ from one blast of wind

To many a row of Pipes the sound-board breaths.

Anon out of the earth a Fabrick huge [ 710 ]

Rose like an Exhalation, with the sound

Of Dulcet Symphonies and voices sweet,

Built like a Temple, where Pilasters round

Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid

With Golden Architrave; nor did there want [ 715 ]

Cornice or Freeze, with bossy Sculptures gravn,

The Roof was fretted Gold. Not Babilon,

Nor great Alcairo such magnificence

Equald in all thir glories, to inshrine

Belus or Serapis thir Gods, or seat [ 720 ]

Thir Kings, when Ægypt with Assyria strove

In wealth and luxurie. Th ascending pile

Stood fixt her stately highth, and strait the dores

Opning thir brazen foulds discover wide

Within, her ample spaces, ore the smooth [ 725 ]

And level pavement: from the arched roof

Pendant by suttle Magic many a row

Of Starry Lamps and blazing Cressets fed

With Naphtha and Asphaltus yeilded light

As from a sky. The hasty multitude [ 730 ]

Admiring enterd, and the work some praise

And some the Architect: his hand was known

In Heavn by many a Towred structure high,

Where Scepterd Angels held thir residence,

And sat as Princes, whom the supreme King [ 735 ]

Exalted to such power, and gave to rule,

Each in his Hierarchie, the Orders bright.

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