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abhorr to dream,

       Waking thou never wilt consent to do.

       Be not disheart’nd then, nor cloud those looks

       That wont to be more chearful and serene

       Then when fair Morning first smiles on the World,

       And let us to our fresh imployments rise

       Among the Groves, the Fountains, and the Flours

       That open now thir choicest bosom’d smells

       Reservd from night, and kept for thee in store.

      So cheard he his fair Spouse, and she was cheard,

       But silently a gentle tear let fall

       From either eye, and wip’d them with her haire;

       Two other precious drops that ready stood,

       Each in thir chrystal sluce, hee ere they fell

       Kiss’d as the gracious signs of sweet remorse

       And pious awe, that feard to have offended.

      So all was cleard, and to the Field they haste.

       But first from under shadie arborous roof,

       Soon as they forth were come to open sight

       Of day-spring, and the Sun, who scarce up risen

       With wheels yet hov’ring o’re the Ocean brim,

       Shot paralel to the earth his dewie ray,

       Discovering in wide Lantskip all the East

       Of Paradise and Edens happie Plains, Lowly they bow’d adoring, and began Thir Orisons, each Morning duly paid In various style, for neither various style Nor holy rapture wanted they to praise Thir Maker, in fit strains pronounc’t or sung Unmeditated, such prompt eloquence Flowd from thir lips, in Prose or numerous Verse, More tuneable then needed Lute or Harp To add more sweetness, and they thus began.

      These are thy glorious works, Parent of good,

       Almightie, thine this universal Frame,

       Thus wondrous fair; thy self how wondrous then!

       Unspeakable, who sitst above these Heavens

       To us invisible or dimly seen

       In these thy lowest works, yet these declare

       Thy goodness beyond thought, and Power Divine:

       Speak yee who best can tell, ye Sons of light,

       Angels, for yee behold him, and with songs

       And choral symphonies, Day without Night,

       Circle his Throne rejoycing, yee in Heav’n,

       On Earth joyn all yee Creatures to extoll

       Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.

       Fairest of Starrs, last in the train of Night,

       If better thou belong not to the dawn,

       Sure pledge of day, that crownst the smiling Morn

       With thy bright Circlet, praise him in thy Spheare

       While day arises, that sweet hour of Prime.

       Thou Sun, of this great World both Eye and Soule,

       Acknowledge him thy Greater, sound his praise

       In thy eternal course, both when thou climb’st,

       And when high Noon hast gaind, & when thou fallst.

       Moon, that now meetst the orient Sun, now fli’st

       With the fixt Starrs, fixt in thir Orb that flies,

       And yee five other wandring Fires that move

       In mystic Dance not without Song, resound

       His praise, who out of Darkness call’d up Light.

       Aire, and ye Elements the eldest birth

       Of Natures Womb, that in quaternion run

       Perpetual Circle, multiform; and mix

       And nourish all things, let your ceasless change

       Varie to our great Maker still new praise.

       Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise

       From Hill or steaming Lake, duskie or grey,

       Till the Sun paint your fleecie skirts with Gold,

       In honour to the Worlds great Author rise,

       Whether to deck with Clouds the uncolourd skie,

       Or wet the thirstie Earth with falling showers,

       Rising or falling still advance his praise.

       His praise ye Winds, that from four Quarters blow,

       Breath soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye Pines,

       With every Plant, in sign of Worship wave.

       Fountains and yee, that warble, as ye flow,

       Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.

       Joyn voices all ye living Souls, ye Birds,

       That singing up to Heaven Gate ascend,

       Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise;

       Yee that in Waters glide, and yee that walk

       The Earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep;

       Witness if I be silent, Morn or Eeven,

       To Hill, or Valley, Fountain, or fresh shade

       Made vocal by my Song, and taught his praise.

       Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still

       To give us onely good; and if the night

       Have gathered aught of evil or conceald,

       Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark.

      So pray’d they innocent, and to thir thoughts

       Firm peace recoverd soon and wonted calm.

       On to thir mornings rural work they haste

       Among sweet dewes and flours; where any row

       Of Fruit-trees overwoodie reachd too farr

       Thir pamperd boughes, and needed hands to check

       Fruitless imbraces: or they led the Vine

       To wed her Elm; she spous’d about him twines

       Her mariageable arms, and with her brings

       Her dowr th’ adopted Clusters, to adorn

       His barren leaves. Them thus imploid beheld

       With pittie Heav’ns high King, and to him call’d

       Raphael, the sociable Spirit, that deign’d To travel with Tobias, and secur’d His marriage with the seaventimes-wedded Maid.

      Raphael, said hee, thou hear’st what stir on Earth Satan from Hell scap’t through the darksom Gulf Hath raisd in Paradise, and how disturbd This night the human pair, how he designes In them at once to ruin all mankind. Go therefore, half this day as friend with friend Converse with Adam, in what Bowre or shade Thou find’st him from the heat of Noon retir’d, To respit his day-labour with repast, Or with repose; and such discourse bring on, As may advise him of his happie state, Happiness in his power left free to will, Left to his own free Will, his Will though free, Yet mutable; whence warne him to beware He swerve not too secure: tell him withall His danger, and from whom, what enemie Late falln himself from Heav’n, is plotting now 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, Least wilfully transgressing he pretend Surprisal, unadmonisht, unforewarnd.

      So spake th’ Eternal Father, and fulfilld

       All Justice: nor delaid the winged Saint

       After his charge receivd, but from among

      

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