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95 The trouble of thy thoughts this night in sleep Affects ne equally ; nor can I like This uncouth dream, of evil sprung I fear: Yet evil whence in thee, can harbour none, Created pure. But know that in the soul

100 Are many leffer faculties, that serve Reason as chief; among these Fancy next Her office holds; of all external things, Which the five watchful senses represent, She forms imaginations, aery shapes,

105 Which 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 refts. Oft in her absence mimic Fancy wakes

IIO 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, 115 But with addition strange ; yet be not fad, Evil into the mind of God or man May come and go, fo unapprov'd, and leave No fpot or blame behind; which gives me hope That what in sleep thou didst abhor to dream, 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 125 Among the groves, the fountains, and the flowers, That open now their choicelt bosom'd smells, Referv'd from night, and kept for thee in store.

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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 hafte. 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, 140 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 orifons, each morning duly paid

145 In various style; 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 prose or numerous verse, More tuneable than needed lute or harp 151 To add more fweetness ; 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 Tous 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 fons of light,

160 Angels; for ye behold him, and with songs And choral fymphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven,

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On earth, join all ye creatures to extol
Him first, him laft, him midst, and without end. 165
Fairest of Itars, lait 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. 1170
Thou fun, of this great world both eye and foul,.
Acknowledge him thy greater; found his praise
In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st,
And when high noon haft gain'd, and when thou fall'ft.
Moon, that now meet'st the orient fun, now fly'lt ,
With the fir'd stars, fix'd in their orb that flies; 176
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ye five other wandring fires that move
In mystic darce, not without song, resound
His praise, who out of darkness call’d up light.
Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth

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Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion ran
Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix,
And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change
Vary to our great Maker ftill new praise.
Ye mifts and exhalations that now rise

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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 fowers, : : 190
Rising or falling still advance his praise.
His praise, 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,

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Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.
Join voices all ye living souls: ye birds,
That linging up to heaven-gate ascend,

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Bear on your wings, and in your notes his praise.
Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk 200
The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep;
Witness if I be filent, morn or even,
To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh fhade,
Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise.
Hail, universal Lord! be bounteous still 203
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. 210
On to their morning's rural work they hafte,
Among sweet dews and flowers; 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 215
To wed her elm; she spous'd about him twines
Her marriageable arms, and with her brings
Her dower, th'adopted clusters, to adorn
His barren leaves. Them thus employ'd beheld
With pity heaven's high King, and to him call'd 220
Raphael, the sociable spi'rit, that deigo'd
To travel with Tobias, and secur'd
His marriage with the sev'n times wedded raaid.

Raphael, said he, thou hear'ft what flir on earth Satan, from hell'fcap'd thro’ the dark some gulf: 223 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 bower or shade 23€ Thou find'st him from the heat of noon retir'd, To refpite his day-labour with repast, Or with repofe ; and such discourfe bring on,

As may advise him of his happy state,
Happiness in his power left free to will,

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Left to his own free will, his will though free,
Yet mutable; whence warn bim to beware:
He swerve not too fecure. Tell him withal
His danger, and from whom; what enemy,
Late fall’n himself from heaven, is plotting now 240
The fall of others from like state of bliss :
By violence ? no, for that shall be withstood;
But by deceit and-lies; this let him know,
Left willfully transgreffing he pretend
Surprisal, unadmonith'd, unforewarn'd. 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 256 l'lew 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 self-open'd wide On golden hinges turning, as by work Divine the fov'reign Architect had framd, From hence, no cloud, or, to obstruct his fight, Star interpos'd; however fmall, he fees, Not unconform to other thining globes, Earth, and the gard-n of God, with cedars crown'd Above all hills. As when by night the glass Of Galileo, less assur'd, obferves Imagin'd lands and regions in the moon: Or pilot, from 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 lky Sails between worlds and worlds, with Ateddy wing

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