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Her office holds ; of all external things, Which the five watchful senses represent, She forms imaginations, airy shapes, Wbich reason joining or disjoining, frames All what we affirm or what deny, and call Our knowledge or opinion; then retires Into her private cell when nature rests. Cft in her absence mimic fancy wakes To imitate her ; but misjoining shapes, Wild work produces oft, and most in dreams, Ill matching words and deeds long past or late. Some such resemblances methinks I find Of our last evening's talk, in this thy dream, But with addition strange ; yet be not sad. Evil into the mind of God or Man May come and go, so unapprov'd, and leave No spot or blame behind: which gives me hope That what in sleep thou didst abhor to dream, 120 Waking thou never wilt consent to do. Be not dishearten'd then, nor cloud those looks, That wont to be more cheerful and serene, Than when fair morning first smiles on the world; And let us to our fresh employments rise Among the groves, the fountains, and the flowers That open now their choicest bosom'd smells, Reserv'd from night, and kept for thee in store.
So cheer'd he his fair spouse, and she was cheer' But silently a gentle tear let fall
139 From either eye, and wip'd them with her hair; Two other precious drops that ready stood,
Each in their crystal sluice, he ere they fell
Kiss'd, as the gracious signs of sweet remorse
And pious awe, that fear'd to have offended.
So all was clear'd, and to the field they haste.
But first, from under shady arbo’rous roof
Soon as they forth were come to open sight
Of day-spring, and the sun, who scarce up-risen,
With wheels yet hovering o'er the ocean brim, 140
Shot parallel to th' earth his dewy ray,
Discovering in wide landskip all the east
Of Paradise and Eden's happy plains,
Lowly they bow'd adoring, and began
Their orisons, each morning duly paid
In various stile ; for neither various stile
Nor holy rapture wanted they to praise
Their Maker, in fit strains pronounc'd or sung
Unmeditated, such prompt eloquence
Flow'd from their lips, in prose or numerous verse,
More tuneable than needed lute or harp 15€
To add more sweetness! and they thus began.
These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wond'rous fair; thyself how wond'rous then! Unspeakable, who sit’st above these Heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and pow'r divine. Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, 160 Angels ; for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night
Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven,
On Earth join all ye Creatures to extol
Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Fairest of stars, last in the train of night,
If better thou belong not to the dawn,
Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn
With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere,
While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. 170
Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul,
Acknowledge him thy greater, sound his praise
In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st,
And when high noon hast gain’d, and when thou
Moon, that now meets the orient sun, now fly'st,
With the fix'd stars, fix'd in their orb that flies,
ye five other wand'ring fires that move
In mystic dance not without song,
His praise, who out of darkness call’d up light.
Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth
Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run
Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix
And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change
Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise
Fom hill or steaming lake, dusky or grey,
Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold,
In honour to the world's great Author rise,
Whether to deck with clouds th’uncolour'd sky,
Or wet the thirsty earth with falling showers, 19a
Rising or falling still advance his praise,
His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow,
Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops ye Pines,
With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Fountains and ye, that warble, as ye flow,
Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.
Join voices all ye living Souls ; ye Birds,
That singing up to Heaven gate ascend,
Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise.
Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk
The earti, and stately tread, or lowly creep;
Witness if I be silent, morn or even,
To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade
Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise.
Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still
To give us only good; and if the night
Have gather'd ought of evil or conceal’d,
Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark.
So pray'd they innocent, and to their thoughts
Firm peace recover'd soon and wonted calm. 210
On to their morning's rural work they haste
Among sweet dews and flow'rs; where any row
Of fruit-trees over-woody reach'd too far
Their pamper'd boughs, and needed hands to check
Fruitless embraces : or they led the vine
To wed her elm ; she spous’d about him twines
Her marriageable arms, and with her brings
Her dow'r th' adopted clusters, to adorn
His barren leaves. Them thus employ'd beheld
With pity Heav’n’s high king, and to him call'd 220
Raphael, the sociable Spi'rit, that deign'd
To travel with Tobias, and secur'd
His marriage with the sev’ntimes-wedded maid.
Raphael, said he, thou hear'st what stir on earth
Satan from Hell scap'd through the darksome gulf
Hath rais'd in Paradise, and how disturb’d
This night the human pair, how he designs
In them at once to ruin all mankind.
Go therefore, half this day as friend with friend
Converse with Adam, in what bow'r or shade 230.
Thou find'st him from the heat of noon retir'd,
To respite his day-labour with repast,
Or with repose ; and such discolirse bring on,
advise him of his happy state, Happiness in his pow'r left free to will, Left to his own free will, his will though free, Yet mutable; whence warn him to beware He swerve not too secure: tell him withal His danger, and from whom; what enemy, Late fall’n himself from Heav'n, is plotting now The fall of others from like state of bliss ; By violence ? No, for that shall be withstoods But by deceit and lies ; this let him know, Lest wilfully transgressing he pretend Surprisal, unadmonish'd, unforwarn'd.
So spake th' eternal Father, and fulfill'd All justice: nor delay'd the winged Saint After his charge receiv’d; but from among Thousand celestial Ardors, where he stood 249 Veil'd with his gorgeous wings, up springing light Flew through the midst of Heav'n; th' ange.ic quires,