ed, for no place [ 535 ]

        Is yet distinct by

        to this delicious Grove,

        ted rees of God,

        Delectable boto beaste;

        And freely all t fruit for food [ 540 ]

        Gave ts are    all th yields,

        Varietie    end; but of tree

        asted works knowledge of Good and Evil,

        t not; in tst, t;

        Deatie imposd, beware, [ 545 ]

        And govern ite, least sin

        Surprise ttendah.

        he had made

        Viewd, and beirely good;

        So Evn and Morn aplis day: [ 550 ]

        Yet not till tor from his work

        Desisting, turnd

        Up to the heavn of heavns his high abode,

        to beed orld

        tion of    shewd [ 555 ]

        In prospect from hrone, how good, how faire,

        Answering    Idea. Up he rode

        Folloion and the sound

        Sympen t tund

        Angelic he Aire, [ 560 ]

        Resounded, (t for t)

        tellati,

        ts in tations listning stood,

        Pomp asded jubilant.

        Open, ye everlasting Gates, they sung, [ 565 ]

        Open, ye    in

        t Creator from urnd

        Magnifit, his Six days work, a orld;

        Open, and ; fod will deigne

        to visit oft t Men [ 570 ]

        Delig intercourse

        ther will send his winged Messengers

        On errands of supernal Grace. So sung

        train asding: hrough heavn,

        t opend wide als, led [ 575 ]

        to Gods Eternal    the way,

        A broad and ample rode, w is Gold

        And pavement Starrs, as Starrs to thee appeer,

        Seen in t Milkie way

        ly as a cirg Zo [ 580 ]

        Pouderd arrs. And noh

        Eevning arose in Eden, for the Sun

        as set, and twilig came on,

        Forerunning Nig t

        Of ed top, throne [ 585 ]

        Of God for ever firm and sure,

        te him down

        it Fat

        Invisible, yet staid, such priviledge

        he work ordaind, [ 590 ]

        Authings, and from work

        Noing, blessd and h day,

        As resting on t day from all his work,

        But not in silehe harp

        ed not, the solemn Pipe, [ 595 ]

        And Dulcimer, all ans of s stop,

        All sounds o by String olden ire

        temperd soft tunings, intermixt h Voice

        Choral or Unison; of inse Clouds

        Fuming from Golden sers . [ 600 ]

        Creation and ts they sung,

        Great are te

        t t    measure tongue

        Relate ter nourn

        t Angels; t day [ 605 ]

        t to create

        Is greater ted to destroy.
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