65 By faith and faithful works, to second life, But let Us call to fynod all the Bleft, Thro' Heav'n's wide bounds: from them I will not hide My judgments, how with mankind I proceed; As how with peccant Angels late they faw, 70 And in their state, tho' firm, stood more confirm❜d. He ended, and the Son gave fignal high To the bright minifter that watch'd: he blew His trumpet, heard in Orep fince perhaps When God defcended; and perhaps once Of amarantin fhade, fountain or fpring, preme გი Th' Almighty thus pronounc'd his fov'reing, will. O Sons! like one of Us man is become, To know both good and evil, fince his tafte 85 He forrows now, repents and prays con trite! 90 And fend him from the garden forth, to till 100 Vacant poffeffion, fome new trouble raife, Hafte thee! and from the Paradise of God Without remorfe drive out the finful pair; 105 From hallow'd ground th' unholy; and de nounce To them and to their progeny from thence Perpetual banifhment. Yet left they faint, At the fad sentence rigorously urg'd, For I behold them foften'd, and with tears 110 Bewailing their excels, all terror hide. peace. And on the eaft-fide of the garden place,. To fpirits foul, and all my trees their prey; delude. 125 He ceas'd; and th' archangelic Pow'r pre par'd For fwift defcent: with him the cohort bright Of wathful Cherubim: four faces each Had, like a double Janus; all their shape Spangled with eyes, more numerous than Of Argus, and more wakeful than to drouse, Charm'd with Arcadian pipe, the paft'ral reed Of Hermes, or his opiate rod. Mean while To refalute the world with facred light Leucothea wak'd; and with fresh dews in balm'd 135 The earth; when Adam, and first matron Eve, Had ended now their orifons; and found Strength added from above; new hope to fpring Out of despair; joy, but with fear yet link'd: Which thus to Eve his welcome words Eve, easily may faith admit, that all The good, which we enjoy, from Heav'n de fcends: But that from us ought should ascend to Heav'n So prevalent as to concern the mind Of God high-bleft, or to incline his will, 145 150 Methought I faw him placable and mild, Which, then not minded in difmay, yet now Allures me, that the bitterness of Death Is paft, and we shall live. thee! Whence hail to Eve rightly call'd, mother of all mankind, Ill worthy I fuch title should belong To me tranfgreffor, who, for thee ordain'd am 170 The fource of life: next favourable thou, Laborious, till day droop; while here we dwell, What can be toilsom in these pleasant walks? |