Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely

Abashed the devil stood, / And felt how awful goodness is.

From morn To moon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star.

Black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand.

The infernal serpent; he it was whose guile, Stirr'd up with envy and revenge, deceived The mother of mankind.

Satan; so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heaven.