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        And    all a cirg row

        Of goodliest trees loaden    Fruit,

        Blossoms and Fruits at once of golden hue

        Appeerd, :

        On whe Sun mlad impressd his beams [ 150 ]

        then in fair Evening Cloud, or humid Bow,

        h; so lovely seemd

        t Lantskip: And of pure now purer aire

        Meets o t inspires

        Vernal deligo drive [ 155 ]

        All sadness but despair: nole gales

        Fanning thir odoriferous wings dispense

        Native perfumes, and wole

        to them who saile

        Beyond t [ 160 ]

        Mozambic, off at Sea Nort windes blow

        Sabean Odours from the spicie shoare

        Of Arabie t, h such delay

        ell pleasd thir course, and many a League

        Ceful smell old O smiles. [ 165 ]

        So eaind ts the Fiend

        ter pleasd

        the fishie fume,

        t drove he Spouse

        Of tobits Son, and    [ 170 ]

        From Media post to ?gypt, t bound.

        Noo t of t steep savage hill

        Satan had journied on, pensive and slow;

        But furtwind,

        As one tinud brake, th [ 175 ]

        Of sangling bus

        All pat t past t way:

        Oe t lookd East

        On th arch-fellon saw

        Due entra, [ 180 ]

        At one slight bound high over leapd all bound

        Of    all, and shin

        Lig. As when a prowling olfe,

        o seek new    for prey,

        atc eeve [ 185 ]

        In es amid the field secure,

        Leaps ore to the Fould:

        Or as a t to unhe cash

        Of some ritial dores,

        Cross-barrd and bolted fast, fear no assault, [ 190 ]

        In at tiles;

        So b t grand to Gods Fould:

        So sio his Church lewd hirelings climbe.
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