But if within the circuit of these walks,
In whatsoever shape he lurk, of whom

Thou tell'st, by morrow dawning I shall know.

So promised he: and Uriel to his charge

Return'd on that bright beam, whose point now rais'd
Bore him slope downward to the Sun now fallen
Beneath the Azores : whether the prime orb,
Incredible how swift, had thither roll'd
Diurnal; or this less voluble Earth,

By shorter flight to the east, had left him there,
Arraying with reflected purple and gold

The clouds that on his western throne attend.
Now came still evening on, and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad;
Silence accompanied; for beast and bird,
They to their grassy couch, these to their nests,
Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale;
She all night long her amorous descant sung;
Silence was pleased: Now glow'd the firmament
With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led
The starry host, rode brightest, till the Moon,
Rising in clouded majesty, at length

Apparent queen unveiled her peerless light,
And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.

When Adam thus to Eve: "Fair consort, the hour
Of night, and all things now retired to rest,
Mind us of like repose; since God hath set,
Labor and rest, as day and night to men
Successive; and the timely dew of sleep,
Now falling with soft slumbrous weight, inclines
Our eyelids Other creatures all day long
Rove idle, unemployed, and less need rest;
Man hath his daily work of body or mind
Appointed, which declares his dignity,
And the regard of Heaven on all his ways;
While other animals inactive range,
And of their doings God takes no account.

K

To-morrow, cre fresh morning streak the east
With first approach of light, we must be risen,
And at our pleasant labor to reform

Yon flowery arbors, yonder alleys green,
Our walk at noon with branches overgrown,
That mock our scant manuring, and require
More hands than ours to lop their wanton growth;
Those blossoms also, and those dropping gums,
That lie bestrown, unsightly and unsmooth,
Ask riddance, if we mean to tread with ease;
Meanwhile, as nature wills, night bids us rest."
To whom thus Eve, with perfect beauty adorn'd
My author and disposer what thou bidd'st
Unargued I obey: so God ordains :

God is thy law, thou mine: To know no more
Is woman's happiest knowledge, and her praise.
With the conversing, I forget all time;

All seasons, and their change, all pleasure alike,
Sweet is the breath of Morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds: pleasant the Sun,
When first on this delightful land he spreads
His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,
Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile Earth
After soft showers; and sweet the coming on
Of grateful evening mild; then silent night.
With this her solemn bird, and this fair Moon,
And these the gems of Heaven, her starry train :
But neither breath of morn, when she ascends
With charm of earliest birds: nor rising Sun
On this delightful land; nor herb, fruit, flower,
Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers;
Now greatful evening mild; nor silent night,
With this her solemn bird, nor walk by noon,
Or glittering starlight, without thee, is sweet.
But wherefore all night long shine these ? for whom
This glorious sight, when sleep hath shut all eyes ?"
To whom our general ancestor replied:

Daughter of God and man, accomplish'd Eve,
These have their course to finish round the Earth,
By morrow evening, and from land to land
In order, though to nations yet unborn,
Ministering light prepared, they set and rise;
Lest total darkness should by night regain
Her old possession, and extinguish life
In nature and all things; which these soft fires
Not only enlighten but with kindly heat
Of various influence foment and warm,
Temper to nourish, or in part shed down
Their stellar virtue on all kinds that grow
On Earth, made hereby apter to receive
Perfection from the Sun's more potent ray.
These then, though unbeheld in deep of night.

Shine not in vain; nor think, though men were none,
That Heaven would want spectators, God want praise.
Millions of spiritual creatures walk the Earth
Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep;
All these with ceasless praise his works behold
Both day and night; how often from steep
Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard
Celestial voices to the midnight air,
Sole or responsive each to other's note,
Singing their great Creator; oft in bands

While they keep watch, or nightly rounding walk,
With Heavenly touch of instrumental sounds
In full harmonic number join'd their songs
Divide the night, and lift our thoughts to Heaven.
Thus talking, hand in hand alone they pass'd
On to their blissful bower: it was a place
Chosen by the sovreign planter, when he framed
All things to man's delightful use: the roof
Of thickest covert was in woven shade
Laurel and myrtle, and what higher grew
Of firm and fragrant leaf; on either side
Acanthus, and each odorous bushy shrub,

Fenced up the verdant wall; each beauteous flower,

Iris all hues, roses and jessamine,

Rear'd high their flourish'd heads between, and wrought Mosaic; underfoot the violet,"

Crocus, and hyacinth, with rich inlay

Broider'd the ground, more color'd than with stone.
Of costliest emblem: Other creatures here,

Bird, beast, insect, or worm, durst enter none,
Such was their awe of man.

In shadier bower

More sacred and sequester'd, though but feign'd,
Pan or Sylvanus never slept, nor Nymph

Nor Faunus haunted. Here, in close recess,
With flowers, garlands, and sweet smelling herbs,
Espoused Eve deck'd first her nuptial bed:
And Heavenly choirs the hymenaean sung,
What day the genial Angle to our sire
Brought her in naked beauty more adorn'd,
More lovely, than Pandora, whom the Gods
Endow'd with all their gifts, and O! too like
In sad event, when to the unwiser son
Of Japhet brought by Hermes, she ensnared
Mankind with her fair looks, to be avenged
On him who had stolen Jove's authentic fire.
Thus, at their shady lodge arrived, both stood,
Both turn'd, and under open sky adored

The God that made both sky, air, earth and heaven
Which they beheld the moon's resplendent globe,
And starry pole: "Thou also madest the night,
Maker Omnipotent and thou the day
Which we in our appointed work employ'd
Have finish'd, happy in our mutual help
And mutual love the crown of all our bliss
Ordain'd by thee; and this delicious place
For us too large, where thy abundance
Partakers, and uncropp'd falls to the ground,
But thou hast promised from us two a race
To fill the Earth, who shall with us extol

Thy goodness infinite, both when we wake
And when we seek, as now, thy gift of sleep."
This said unanimous, and other rites
Observing none, but adoration pure

Which God likes best, into their inmost bower
Handed they went; and eased the putting off
These troublesome disguises which we wear,
Straight side by side were laid; nor turn'd, Iween,
Adam from his fair spouse, nor Eve the rites
Mysterious of connubial love refused:
Whatever hypocrites austerely talk
Of purity, and place, and innocence,
Defaming as impure what God declares
Pure, and commands to some, leaves free to all.
Our Maker bids increase; who bids abstain
But our destroyer, foe to God and Man?
Hail, wedded love! mysterious law, true source
Of human offspring, sole propriety

In Paradise of all things common else.

By thee adulterous lust was driven from men -
Among the beastial herds to range; by thee,
Founded in reason, loyal, just and pure,
Relations dear, and all the charities

Of father, son, and brother, first were known.
Far be it, that I should write thee sin or blame,
Or think thee unbefitting holiest place.
Perpetual fountain of domestic sweets,
Whose bed is undefiled, and chaste pronounced,
Present or past, as saints and patriarchs used.
Here love his golden shafts employs, here lights
His constant lamp, and waves his purple wings,
Reigns here and revels; not in the bought smile
Of harlots, loveless, joyless, unendear'd,
Casual fruition; nor in court amours,

Mix'd dance, or wanton mask, or midnight ball,
Or serenade, which the starved lover sings
To his proud fair, best quitted with disdain.

K*