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And teach us further by what means to fhun
To show us in this mountain, while the winds 1065
Leave cold the night, how we his gather'd beams
The air attrite to fire, as late the clouds
Juftling or pufh'd with winds, rude in their fhock Tine the flant light'ning, whofe thwart flame driv'n Kindles the gummy bark of fir or pine,
And fends a comfortable heat from far,
Which might fupply the fun: fuch fire to use,
To evils which our own misdeeds have wrought, 1080
Humbly our faults, and pardon beg, with tears
From his displeasure; in whofe look ferene,
So fpake our father penitent, nor Eve Felt lefs remorfe: they forthwith to the place Repairing where he judg'd them, proftrate fell Before him reverent, and both confefs'd Humbly their faults, and pardon begg'd, with tears Watering the ground, and with their fighs the air Frequenting, fent from hearts contrite, in fign. Of forrow' unfeign'd, and humiliation meek.
END of the TENTH BOOK.
ARGUMENT of Book XI.
The Son of God presents to his Father the prayers of our first parents now repenting, and intercedes for them: God accepts them, but declares that they must no longer abide in Paradife; fends Michael with a band of cherubim to difpoffefs them; but first to reveal to Adam future things: Michael's coming down. Adam shows to Eve certain ominous figns; he difcerns Michael's approach, goes out to meet him; the angel denounces their departure. Eve's lamentation. Adam pleads, but fubmits: the angel leads him up to a high bill, and fets before him in vifion what shall hagren till the flood.
HUS they in lowliest plight repentant stood Praying; for from the mercy-feat above Prevenient grace defcending had remov'd The ftony from their hearts, and made new flesh Regenerate grow inftead, that fighs now breath'd Unutterable, which the fpi'rit of prayer Infpir'd, and wing'd for heav'n with speedier flight Than loudeft oratory: yet their port
Not of mean fuitors, nor important less
Seem'd their petition, than when th' ancient pair 10
The race of mankind drown'd, before the fhrine
See, Father, what firft fruits on earth are fprung
From thy implanted grace in man, these fighs
And propitiation; all his works on me,
Good or not good, ingraft; my merit thofe
Shall perfect, and for thefe my death fhall pay.
The finell of peace tow'ard mankind; let him live
To better life fhall yield him, where with me
To whom the Father, without cloud, ferene. 45
All thy request for man, accepted Son,
Obtain; all thy requeft was my decree:
But longer in that Paradife to dwell,