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Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops ye Pincs, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow,
195 Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. Join voices all ye living Souls; ye Birds, That singing up to Heav'n gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still
So pray'd they innocent, and to their thoughts
His marriage with the sev’ntimes-wedded maid.
RAPHALL, said he, thou hear'st what stir on earth Satan from Hell scap'd through the darksome gulf 225 Hath rais'd in Paradise, and how disturb'd This night the human pair, how he designs In them at once to ruin all mankind. Go therefore, half this day as friend with friend Converse with Adam, in what bow'r or shade 23 Thou find'st him from the heat of noon retir'd, To respite his day labour with repast, Or with repose ; and such discourse bring on, As may advise him of his happy state, Happiness in his pow'r left free to will,
235 Left to his own free will, his will though frec, Yet mutable : whence warn him to beware He swerve not too secure : tell him withal His danger, and from whom; what enemy, Late fall’n himself from Heav'n, is plotting now 240 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, Lest wilfully transgressing he pretend Surprisal, unadmonish’d, unforewarn’d.
245 So spake th' eternal Father, and fulfil'd All justice: nor delay'd the winged Saint After his charge receiv'd; but from among Thousand celestial Ardors, where he stood Veild with his gorgeous wings, up springing light 250 Flew through the midst of Heav'n; th' angelic quires, On each hand parting, to his speed gave way
Through all thempyreal road; till at the gate
265 A cloudy spot. Down thither prone in flight He speeds, and through the vast ethereal sky Sails between worlds and worlds, with steady wing Now on the polar winds, then with quick fan Winnows the buxom air: till within soar Of tow'ring eagles, to all the fowls he seems A Phænix, gaz'd by all; as that sole bird, When to inshrine his reliques in the sun's Bright temple, to Egyptian Thebes he fies. At once on th' eastern cliff of Paradise
275 He lights, and to his proper shape returns A Seraph wing'd; six wings he wore, to shade His lineaments divine; the pair that clad Each shoulder broad, came mantling o'er his breast With regal ornament: the middle pair
280 Girt like a starry zone his waist, and round Skirted his loins and thighs with downy gold
And colours dipt in Heav'n; the third his feet
305 Of necta'toys ddaughts between, from milky stream, Berry or grape: to whom thus Adam call’d.
Haste hither Eve, and worth thy sight behold Eastward among those trees, what glorious shape Comes this way moving ; seems another morn 310 Ris'n on mid noon; some great behest from Heaven To us perhaps he brings, and will vouchsafe
This day to be our guest. But go with speed,
To whom thus Eve. Adam, earth's hallow'd mould, Of God inspir'd, small store will serve, where store, All seasons, ripe for use hangs on the stalk; Save what by frugal storing firmness gains To nourish, and superfluous moist consumes : 325 But I will haste, and from each bough and brake, Each plant and juiciest gourd, will pluck such choice To entertain our Angel guest, as he Beholding shall confess, that here on Earth God hath dispens'd his bounties as in Heaven. 330
So saying, with dispatchful looks in haste She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent What choice to choose for delicacy best, What order, so contriv'd as not to mix wet184 Tastes, not well join'd, inelegant, but bringtisgy 335 Taste after taste upheld with kindliest chango: Bestirs her then, and from each tender stalk Whatever Earth all-bearing mother yields In India East or West, or middle shore In Pontus or the Punic coast, or where
340 Alcinous reign'd, fruit of all kinds, in coat Rough or smooth rin’d, or bearded husk, or shell,