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Best image of myself, and dearer half,
So cheer'd he his fair spouse, and the was cheer'd; But filently a gentle tear let fall
130 From either eye, and wip'd them with her hair ; Two other precious drops that ready stood,
Each in their chryftal sluice, he ere they fell · Kiss’d, as the gracious signs of sweet remorse, And pious awe, that fear'd to have offended.
135 So all was clear'd, and to the field they haste. But first, from under shady arb'rous roof Soon as they forth were come to open fight Of day-spring, and the fun, who scarce up risen, With wheels yet hov'ring o'er the ocean-brim, Shot parallel to the earth his dewy ray, Discovering in wide landscape all the east Of Paradise and Eden's happy plains, Lowly they bow'd adoring, and began Their orisons, each morning duly paid
145 In various ftyle ; for neither various style Nor holy rapture wanted they to praise Their Maker, in fit ftrains pronounc'd, or sung Unmeditated, such prompt eloquence Flow'd from their lips, in profe or numerous verse, More tuneable than needed lute or harp
151 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 then ! Unspeakable, who fitt'st above these heavens, 156 To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak ye who beft can tell, ye sons of light, 160 Angels; for ye behold him, and with songs
, And choral fymphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven,
On earth, join all ye creatures to extol
five other wandring fires that move
rise From bill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the fun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rises Whether to deck with clouds th? upcolour'd sky,. Or wet the thirsty earth with falling fhowers, 190 Rising or falling still advance his praise.is His praife, ye winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe foft or loud; and wave your tops, ye pines, With every plant, in fign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, 195 Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. Join voices all ye living fouls: ye birds, That singing up to heaven-gate afcend,
Bear on your wings, and in your notes his praise.
So pray'd they innocent, and to their thoughts
Raphael, said he, thou hear'it wliat flir on earth Satan, from hell'fcap'd thro’ the darksome gult: 223 Hath rais'd in Paradise, and how disturbid 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 bower or shade 230 Thou find't him from the heat of noon retir'd, To respite his day-labour with repast, Or with repofe ; and such discourfe bring on,
As may advise him of his happy ftate,
245 So spake th' eternal Father, and fulfill'd All justice: nor detay'd the winged saint After his charge receiv'd; but from among Thousand celestial ardors, where he food Veild with his gorgeous wings, up-springing light 25: Flew thro' the midit of heaven; th'angelic quires On each-hand parting, to his speed gave way Through all th'empyreal road; till at the gate of heaven arriv'd, the gate felf-open'd wide On golden hinges turning, as by work
2:55 Divine the fou'reign Archite&t had framd. From hence, no cloud, or, to obstruct his fight, Star interpos'd; however small, he fees, Not unconforın to other thining globes, Earth, and the gard’n of God, with cedars crown'd Above all hills. As when by night the glass 261, Of Galileo, lefs affur'd, obferves Imagin'd lands and regions in the moon: Or pilot, froni amidst the Cyclades, Delos or Samos first appearing, kens
265 A cloudy spot. Down thither prone in flight He speeds, and through the vast ethereal sky Sails between worlds and worlds, with fteddy wing