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Or Paradise and Eden's happy plams,
prose or numerous verse, More tuneable than needed lute or harp To add more sweetness; and they thus began.
These are thy glorious works, Parent of good. Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair ; thyself how wondrous theu ! Unspeakable, who sit'st above these heavens, On 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, Angels; for
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 withiut end. Fairesi of stars, last in the train oi nigni, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the snuiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Thou Sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge him thy greater, sound his praise In thy eternal course, both wlien thou climb'st, And when high noon hait gain'd, and when thou
fallisi. Mooil, that now meet'st the orient sun, now fly'st, With the fix'd stars, fix'd in their orb that fiies And ye five other wand'ring (res that mova In mystic dance not without song, resound His praise, who out of darkness call'd up ligat air, and ye elements, the eldest birth
Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run
n honour to the world's great Author rise,
birds, That singing up to heaven gale ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters olide, and ye that walk The earth, 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 niy 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 conceald, 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. 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 Cheir pamper'd boughs, and needed hands to check Fruitless embraces : or they led the vine Co 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 laves. Them thus employ'd beheld
With pity heav n's high King, and to him callid
Raphael, said he, thou hear'st what stir on earth
So spake th' eternal Father, and fulfillid All justice ; nor delay'd the winged saint After his charge receiv'd; but from among Thousand celestial ardours, where he stood Veild with his gorgeous wings, up springing light Flew through the midst of heav'n; th'angelic choira On each hand parting, to his speed gave way Through all th' empyreal road; till at the gate Of heav'n arriv’d, the gate self-open'd wid: On golden hinges turning, as by work Divine the sov’reign architect had fram'd. From hence, no cloud, or, to obstruct his sight, bilor interpos'd, however small he sees,
Not unconform to other shining globes,
Him through the spicy forest onward come,
Håste hither Eve, and worth thy sight behold. Eastward
among those trees, what glorious shape Comes this way moving ; seems another morn Ris'n on mid-noon; some great behest from heav'n To us perhaps he brings, and will vouchsafe This day to be our guest. But go with speed, And what thy stores contain, bring forth, and pour Abundance, fit to honour and receive Our heav'nly stranger: well we may afford Our givers their own gifts, and large bestow From large beste:v'd, where nature multiplies Her fertile growth, and by disburd'ning grows More fruitful, which instructs us not to spare.
To whom thus Eve: Adam, earth's hallow'd mould Of God inspir’d, small store will serve, where store. All seasons ripe for use, hangs on the stalk; Save what by frugal storing firmness gains To nourish, and superfluous moist consumes: But I will haste, and from each boughi and brake, Each plant and juiciest gourd, will pluck such choice To entertain our angel guest, as he Beholding shall confess, that here on earth God hath dispens’d his bounties as in heav'r,
Sc saying, with dispatchful looks in haste She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent What choice to choose for delicacy best, What order, so contriv'd as not to mix