'Let us make now man in our image, man In our similitude, and let them rule

Over the fish and fowl of sea and air,
Beast of the field, and over all the earth,

And every creeping thing that creeps the ground.'
This said, he form'd thee, Adam! thee, O Man!
Dust of the ground; and in thy nostrils breathed
The breath of life: in his own image He
Created thee, in the image of God

Express; and thou becamest a living soul.
Male he created thee; but thy consórt
Female, for race; then bless'd mankind, and said,
• Be fruitful, multiply, and fill the earth:
Subdue it, and throughout dominion hold
Over fish of the sea, and fowl of the air,

And every living thing that moves on the' earth.'
Wherever thus created, for no place

Is yet distinct by name, thence, as thou know'st,
He brought thee into this delicious grove,
This garden, planted with the trees of God,
Delectable both to behold and taste;

And freely all their pleasant fruit for food
Gave thee; all sorts are here that all the earth yields,
Variety without end: but of the tree,

Which, tasted, works knowledge of good and evil,
Thou may'st not; in the day thou eat'st, thou diest.
Death is the penalty imposed. Beware,
And govern well thy appetite: lest Sin
Surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.

“Here finish'd he, and all that he had made View'd; and, behold, all was entirely good; So even and morn accomplish'd the sixth day: Yet not till the Creator from his work Desisting, though unwearied, up return'd,

Up to the Heaven of Heavens, his high abode:
Thence to behold this new created world,
The' addition of his empire, how it show'd
In prospect from his throne, how good, how fair,
Answering his great idea. Up he rode
Follow'd with acclamation, and the sound
Symphonious of ten thousand harps, that tuned
Angelic harmonies. The earth, the air
Resounded (thou remember'st, for thou heard'st),
The heavens and all the constellations rung,
The planets in their station listening stood,
While the bright pomp ascended jubilant.

Open, ye everlasting gates!' they sung,

'Open, ye Heavens! your living doors; let in
The great Creator from his work return'd
Magnificent, his six days work, a world.
Open, and henceforth oft; for God will deign
To visit oft the dwellings of just men,
Delighted; and with frequent intercourse
Thither will send his winged messengers
On errands of supernal grace.' So sung
The glorious train ascending: He through heaven,
That open'd wide her blazing portals, led
To God's eternal house direct the way;
A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold
And pavement stars, as stars to thee appear,
Seen in the galaxy, that milky way,

Which nightly, as a circling zone, thou seest
Powder'd with stars. And now on earth the seventh
Evening arose in Eden, for the sun

Was set, and twilight from the east came on,
Forerunning night; when at the holy mount
Of heaven's high-seated top, the' imperial throne
Of Godhead, fix'd for ever firm and sure,

The Filial Power arrived, and sat him down
With his great Father; for he also went
Invisible, yet staid (such privilege

Hath Omnipresence), and the work ordain'd,
Author and End of all things; and, from work
Now resting, bless'd and hallow'd the seventh day,
As resting on that day from all his work:
But not in silence holy kept: the harp

Had work and rested not: the solemn pipe,
And dulcimer, all organs of sweet stop,
All sounds on fret by string or golden wire,
Temper'd soft tunings, intermix'd with voice
Choral or unison: of incense clouds,
Fuming from golden censers, hid the mount.
Creation and the six days acts they sung:
Great are thy works, Jehovah! infinite

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Thy power! what thought can measure Thee, or
Relate Thee! Greater now in thy return
Than from the giant angels: Thee that day
Thy thunders magnified; but to create
Is greater than created to destroy.

Who can impair thee, Mighty King! or bound
Thy empire? Easily the proud attempt

Of Spirits apostate, and their counsels vain,
Thou hast repell'd: while impiously they thought
Thee to diminish, and from Thee withdraw
The number of thy worshippers. Who seeks
To lessen Thee, against his purpose serves
To manifest the more thy might: his evil
Thou usest, and from thence createst more good.
Witness this new-made world, another heaven
From heaven-gate not far, founded in view
On the clear hyaline, the glassy sea;
Of amplitude almost immense, with stars

Numerous, and every star perhaps a world
Of destined habitation: but Thou know'st
Their seasons: among these, the seat of men,
Earth, with her nether ocean circumfused,
Their pleasant dwelling-place. Thrice happy Men!
And sons of Men, whom God hath thus advanced!
Created in his image, there to dwell

And worship him; and in reward to rule
Over his works, on earth, in sea, or air,
And multiply a race of worshippers
Holy and just. Thrice happy, if they know
Their happiness, and persevere upright!'
"So sung they, and the empyréan rung
With hallelujahs Thus was sabbath kept.
And thy request think now fulfill'd, that ask'd
How first this world and face of things began,
And what before thy memory was done
From the beginning; that posterity,

Inform'd by thee, might know. If else thou seek'st
Aught, not surpassing human measure, say."

END OF BOOK VII.

BOOK VIII.

The Argument.

Adam inquires concerning celestial motions; is doubtfully answered, and exhorted to search rather things more worthy of knowledge: Adam assents: and, still desirous to detain Raphael, relates to him what he remembered since his own creation; his placing in Paradise; his talk with God concerning solitude and fit society; his first meeting and nuptials with Eve; his discourse with the angel thereupon; who, after admonitions repeated, departs.

THE angel ended, and in Adam's ear
So charming left his voice, that he awhile
Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear;
Then, as new waked, thus gratefully replied:

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What thanks sufficient, or what recompense Equal, have I to render thee, divine

Historian! who thus largely hast allay'd
The thirst I had of knowledge, and vouchsafed
This friendly condescension to relate

Things, else by me unsearchable; now heard
With wonder, but delight; and, as is due,
With glory áttributed to the high
Creator! Something yet of doubt remains,
Which only thy solution can resolve.
When I behold this goodly frame, this world,
Of heaven and earth consisting; and compute
Their magnitudes; this earth, a spot, a grain,
An atom, with the firmament compared

And all her number'd stars, that seem to roll