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All secrets of the deep, all Nature's works;
Or works of God in heav'n, air, earth, or sea,
And all the riches of this world enjoy'dst,
And all the rule, one empire; only add
Deeds to thy knowledge answerable, add faith,
Add virtue, patience, temperance, add love,
By name to come call's charity, the soul
Of all the rest: then wilt thou not be loath
To leave this Paradise; but shalt possess
A Paradise within thee, happier far.
Let us descend now therefore from this top
Of speculation; for the hour precise
Exacts our parting hence; and see, the guards,
By me encamp'd on yonder hill, expect
Their motion, at whose front a flaming sword,
In signal of remove, waves fiercely round;
We may no longer stay: go, waken Eve;
Her also I with gentle dreams have calm'd
Portending good, and all her sp'rits compos'd
To meek submission: thou at season fit
Let her with thee partake what thou hast heard,
Chiefly what may concern her faith to know,
The great deliv'rance by her seed to come
(For by the woman's seed) on all mankind:
That ye may live, which will be many days,
Both in one faith unanimous though sad,
With cause for evils past, yet much more cheer'd
With meditation on the happy end.

He ended; and they both descend the hill:
Descended, Adam to the bow'r where Eve
Lay sleeping, ran before, but found her wak’d;
And thus with words not sad she him receiv'd:

Whence thou return'st, and whether went'st, I know;
For God is also in sleep, and dreams advise,
Which he hath sent propitious, some great good
Presaging, since with sorrow and heart's distress
Wearied I fell asleep: but now lead on;
In me is no delay; with thee to go,
Is to stay here; without thee here to stay,
Is to go hence unwilling; thou to me
Art all things under Heav'n, all places thox,

Who for my wilful crime art banish'd hence.
This further consolation yet secure
I carry hence; though all by me is lost,
Such favour I unworthy am vouchsaf?d,
By me the promis'd seed shall all restore.

So spake our mother Eve; and Adam heard
Well pleas'd, but answer'd not; for now too nigh
Th’ Archangel stood, and from the other hill
To their fix'd station all in bright array,
The Cherubim descended; on the ground
Gliding meteorous, as evening-mist
Ris’n from a river o'er the marish glides,
And gathers ground fast at the lab'rer's heel
Homeward returning. High in front advanc'd
The brandish'd sword of God before them blaz'd
Fierce as a comet; which with torrid heat,
And vapour as the Libyan air adust,
Began to parch that temp?rate clime; whereat
In either hand the hastning Angel caught
Our ling'ring parents, and to th'eastern gate
Led them direct, and down the cliff as fast
To the subjected plain; then disappear'd.
They looking back, all theastern side beheld
Of Paradise, so late their happy seat,
Wav'd over by that flaming brand, the gate
With dreadful faces throng'd and fiery arms :
Some natural tears they dropt, but wip'd them soon;
The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide:
They hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary

FINIS

C. WHITTINGHAM, Printer,
Dean Street, Fetter Lan, London.

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