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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.
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,
On earth, join all ye creatures to extol
ye five other wandring fires that move
Bear on your wings, and in your notes his praise.
So pray'd they innocent, and to their thoughts
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,
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