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

With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow,
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

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To give us only good; and if the night
Have gather'd ought of evil or conceal'd,
Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark.

So pray'd they innocent, and to their thoughts Firm peace recover'd soon and wonted calm.

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On to their morning's rural work they haste
Among sweet dews and flow'rs; where any row
Of fruit-trees over-woody reach'd too far
Their pamper'd boughs, and needed hands to check
Fruitless embraces: or they led the vine

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To wed her elm; she spous'd about him twines

Her marriageable arms, and with her brings

Her dow'r th' adopted clusters, to adorn

His barren leaves. Them thus employ'd beheld
With pity Heav'n's high king, and to him call'd
Raphael, the sociable Spi'rit, that deign'd
To travel with Tobias, and secur'd

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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
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,
Left to his own free will, his will though free,
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
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.

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

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Veil'd with his gorgeous wings, up springing light 250 Flew through the midst of Heav'n; th' angclic quires, On each hand parting, to his speed gave way

Through all th' empyreal road; till at the gate
Of Heav'n arriv'd, the gate self-open'd wide
On golden hinges turning, as by work
Divine the sov❜reign Architect had fram'd.
From hence, no cloud, or, to obstruct his sight,
Star interpos'd, however small he sees,

Not unconform to other shining globes,

Earth and the gard'n of God, with cedars crown'd
Above all hills. As when by night the glass

Of Galileo, less assur'd, observes

Imagin'd lands and regions in the moon :

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Or pilot, from amidst the Cyclades

Delos or Samos first appearing, kens

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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

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Of tow'ring eagles, to' all the fowls he seems
A Phoenix, gaz'd by all, as that sole bird,
When to inshrine his reliques in the sun's
Bright temple, to Egyptian Thebes he flies.
At once on th' eastern cliff of Paradise

He lights, and to his proper shape returns

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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

Girt like a starry zone his waist, and round
Skirted his loins and thighs with downy gold

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And colours dipt in Heav'n; the third his feet
Shadow'd from either heel with feather'd mail,
Sky-tinctur'd grain. Like Maia's son he stood,
And shook his plumes, that heav'nly fragrance fill'd
The circuit wide. Straight knew him all the bands
Of Angels under watch; and to his state,

And to his message high in honour rise;

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For on some message high they guess'd him bound.
Their glittering tents he pass'd, and now is come 291
Into the blissful field, through groves of myrrh,
And flow'ring odours, cassia, nard, and balm;
A wilderness of sweets; for Nature here
Wanton'd as in her prime, and play'd at will
Her virgin fancies, pouring forth more sweet,
Wild above rule or art; enormous bliss.
Him through the spicy forest onward come
Adam discern'd, as in the door he sat

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Of his cool bow'r, while now the mounted sun

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Shot down direct his fervid rays to warm

Earth's inmost womb, more warmth than Adam needs:

And Eve within, due at her hour prepar'd

For dinner savoury fruits, of taste to please

True appetite and not disrelish thirst

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Of necta'roys draughts between, from milky stream,

Berry or grape: to whom thus Adam call'd.

HASTE hither Eve, and worth thy sight behold

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Eastward among those trees, what glorious shape
Comes this way moving; seems another morn
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,
And what thy stores contain, bring forth and pour
Abundance, fit to honour and receive

Our heav'nly stranger: well we may afford
Our givers their own gifts, and large bestow
From large bestow'd, where Nature multiplies
Her fertile growth, and by disburd'ning grows
More fruitful, which instructs us not to spare.

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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:

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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

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What order, so contriv'd as not to mix?

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Tastes, not well join'd, inelegant, but bringtits
Taste after taste upheld with kindliest change:
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

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Alcinous reign'd, fruit of all kinds, in coat

Rough or smooth rin'd, or bearded husk, or shell,

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