That Adam, now enforced to close his eyes,
Sunk down, and all his spirits became entranced; 420 But him the gentle Angel by the hand
Soon raised, and his attention thus recall'd:
Adam, now open thine eyes; and first behold The effects which thy original crime hath wrought In some to spring from thee; who never touched 425 The excepted tree; nor with the snake conspired; Nor sinned thy sin; yet from that sin derive Corruption, to bring forth more violent deeds.
His eyes he opened, and beheld a field,
Part arable and tilth, whereon were sheaves
New reap'd; the other part sheep-walks and folds; I' the midst an altar as the landmark stood, Rustic, of grassy sord: thither anon
A sweaty reaper from his tillage brought
First fruits, the green ear, and the yellow sheaf, 435 Uncull'd, as came to hand: a shepherd next, More meek, came with the firstlings of his flock, Choicest and best: then, sacrificing, laid The inwards and their fat, with incense strow'd, On the cleft wood, and all due rites performed. His offering soon propitious fire from Heaven Consumed with nimble glance and grateful steam; The other's not, for his was not sincere; Whereat he inly raged, and, as they talk'd, Smote him into the midriff with a stone That beat out life: he fell; and, deadly pale, Groan'd out his soul with gushing blood effused. Much at that sight was Adam in his heart
Dismay'd, and thus in haste to the Angel cried: O Teacher! some great mischief hath befallen To that meek man, who well had sacrificed; Is piety thus and pure devotion paid?
To whom Michael thus, he also moved, replied: These two are brethren, Adam, and to come
Out of thy loins; the unjust the just hath slain, For envy that his brother's offering found From Heaven acceptance; but the bloody fact Will be avenged; and the other's faith, approved, Lose no reward; though here thou see him die, Rolling in dust and gore. To which our sire:
Alas! both for the deed and for the cause; But have I now seen Death? Is this the way I must return to native dust? O sight
Of terror, foul and ugly to behold,
Horrid to think, how horrible to feel!
To whom thus Michael: Death thou hast seen
In his first shape on man; but many shapes Of Death, and many are the ways that lead To his grim cave, all dismal: yet to sense More terrible at the entrance, than within; Some, as thou saw'st, by violent stroke shall die; By fire, flood, famine, by intemperance more
In meats and drinks, which on the earth shall bring Diseases dire, of which a monstrous crew
Before thee shall appear; that thou may'st know 475 What misery the inabstinence of Eve
Shall bring on Men; Immediately a place Before his eyes appear'd, sad, noisome, dark;
A lazar-house it seem'd; wherein were laid Numbers of all diseased; all maladies
Of ghastly spasm, or racking torture, qualms Of heartsick agony, all feverous kinds, Convulsions, epilepsies, fierce catarrhs, Intestine stone and ulcer, colic-pangs, Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy, And moon-struck madness, pining atrophy,
Marasmus, and wide-wasting pestilence,
Dropsies, and asthmas, and joint-racking rheums. Dire was the tossing, deep the groans; Despair Tended the sick busiest from couch to couch;
And over them triumphant Death his dart
Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invoked With vows, as their chief good and final hope.
Sight so deform what heart of rock could long
Dry eyed behold? Adam could not, but wept, Though not of woman born; compassion quell'd His best of man, and gave him up to tears A space, till firmer thoughts restrain'd excess; And, scarce recovering words, his plaint renew'd: O miserable mankind, to what fall
Degraded, to what wretched state reserved! Better end here unborn. Why is life given To be thus wrested from us? rather, why Obtruded on us thus? who, if we knew What we receive, would either not accept Life offer'd, or soon beg to lay it down; Glad to be so dismiss'd in peace. Can thus The image of God in Man, created once So goodly and erect, though faulty since, To such unsightly sufferings be debased Under inhuman pains? Why should not Man, Retaining still divine similitude
In part, from such deformities be free, And, for his Maker's image sake, exempt?
Their Maker's image, answer'd Michael, then Forsook them, when themselves they vilified To serve ungovern'd Appetite; and took His image whom they served, a brutish vice Inductive mainly to the sin of Eve. Therefore so abject is their punishment, Disfiguring not God's likeness, but their own; Or if his likeness, by themselves defaced; While they pervert pure Nature's healthful rules To loathsome sickness; worthily since they God's image did not reverence in themselves. I yield it just, said Adam, and submit.
But is there yet no other way, besides These painful passages, how we may come To death, and mix with our connatural dust? There is, said Michael, if thou well observe The rule of Not too much; by temperance taught, In what thou eat'st and drink'st; seeking from thence Due nourishment, not gluttonous delight,
Till many years over thy head return:
So may'st thou live; till, like ripe fruit, thou drop 535 Into thy mother's lap; or be with ease
Gather'd, not harshly pluck'd; for death mature: This is Old Age; but then thou must outlive [change Thy youth, thy strength, thy beauty; which will To wither'd, weak, and gray; thy senses then, Obtuse, all taste of pleasure must forego, To what thou hast; and, for the air of youth, Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign A melancholy damp of cold and dry
To weigh thy spirits down, and last consume The balm of life. To whom our ancestor: Henceforth I fly not death, nor would prolong Life much; bent rather, how I may be quit, Fairest and easiest, of this cumbrous charge; Which I must keep till my appointed day Of rendering up, and patiently attend
My dissolution. Michael replied:
Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest Live well; how long, or short, permit to Heaven: And now prepare thee for another sight.
He look'd, and saw a spacious plain, whereon Were tents of various hue; by some were herds Of cattle grazing; others, whence the sound Of instruments, that made melodious chime, Was heard, of harp and organ; and, who moved 560 Their stops and chords, was seen; his volant touch Instinct through all proportions, low and high,
Fled and pursued transverse the resonant fugue. In other part stood one, who, at the forge Laboring, two massy clods of iron and brass Had melted, (whether found where casual fire Had wasted woods on mountain or in vale, Down to the veins of earth; thence gliding hot To some cave's mouth; or whether wash'd by stream From underground;) the liquid ore he drain'd Into fit moulds prepared; from which he form'd First his own tools; then, what might else be wrought Fusil or graven in metal. After these,
But on the hither side, a different sort
From the high neighboring hills, which was their seat, Down to the plain descended; by their guise Just men they seem'd, and all their study bent To worship God aright, and know his works Not hid; nor those things last, which might preserve Freedom and peace to Men; they on the plain 580 Long had not walk'd, when from the tents, behold! A bevy of fair women, richly gay,
In gems and wanton dress; to the harp they sung Soft amorous ditties, and in dance came on: The men, though grave, eyed them; and let their eyes Rove without rein; till, in the amorous net Fast caught, they liked; and each his liking chose; And now of love they treat, till the evening star, Love's harbinger, appear'd; then, all in heat They light the nuptial torch, and did invoke Hymen, then first to marriage rites invoked: With feast and music all the tents resound.
Such happy interview, and fair event
Of love and youth not lost, songs, garlands, flowers, And charming symphonies, attach'd the heart Of Adam, soon inclined to admit delight, The bent of nature; which he thus express'd:
True opener of mine eyes, prime Angel bless'd;
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