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To find this but a dream! Thus Eve her night
Related, and thus Adam answer'd sad.

Best image of myself and dearer half,
The trouble of thy thoughts this night in sleep
Affects me equally; nor can I like
This uncouth dream, of evil sprung I fear:
Yet evil whence ? in thee can harbour none,
Created pure. But know that in the soul
Are
many

lesser faculties that serve
Reason as chief: among these fancy next
Her office holds; of all external things,
Which the five watchful senses represent,
She forms imaginations, aery shapes,
Which reason joining, or disjoining, frames
All what we affirm, or what deny, and call
Our knowledge or opinion ; then retires
Into her private cell when nature rests.
Oft in her absence mimic fancy wakes
To imitate her; but, misjoining shapes,
Wild work produces oft, and most in dreams,
Ill matching words and deeds long past or late.
Some such resemblances methinks I find
Of our last evening's talk in this thy dream,
But with addition strange; yet be not sad:
Evil into the mind of god or man
May come and go, so unapprov'd, and leave

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93 night) for the “ dreams of night.” v. S. Ital. iii. 216.

Promissa evolvit somni, noctemque retractat.' Hume. 117 god] God here siguifies 'angel.' See ver. 59 and 70.

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No spot or blame behind; which gives me hope
That what in sleep thou didst abhor to dream, 120
Waking thou never wilt consent to do.
Be not dishearten'd then, nor cloud those looks
That wont to be more cheerful and serene.
Than when fair morning first smiles on the world ;
And let us to our fresh employments rise,
Among the groves, the fountains, and the flowers,
That

open now their choicest bosom’d smells, Reserv'd from night, and kept for thee in store.

So cheer'd he his fair spouse, and she was cheerd; But silently a gentle tear let fall From either eye, and wip'd them with her hair: Two other precious drops that ready stood, Each in their crystal sluice, he ere they fell Kiss'd as the gracious signs of sweet remorse, And pious awe that fear'd to have offended.

So all was clear'd, and to the field they haste. But first, from under shady arborous roof Soon as they forth were come to open sight Of dayspring and the sun, who, scarce uprisen With wheels yet hov'ring o'er the ocean brim, 140 Shot parallel to the earth his dewy ray, Discovering in wide landscape all the east Of Paradise and Eden's happy plains, Lowly they bow'd adoring, and began

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127 bosom'd] · Bosom.' Bentl. MS. 137 roof) In Milton's own edition, a comma stands after roof,' which Tickell, Fenton, Bentley followed. Pearce properly corrected it.

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Their orisons, each morning duly paid
In various style; for neither various style
Nor holy rapture wanted they to praise
Their Maker, in fit strains pronounc'd or sung
Unmeditated, such prompt eloquence
Flow'd from their lips, in prose or numerous verse,
More tuneable than needed lute or harp
To add more sweetness; and they thus began.

These are thy glorious works, Parent of good,
Almighty, thine this universal frame,
Thus wondrous fair ; thyself how wondrous then!
Unspeakable, who sitt’st above these heavens, 158
To us invisible, or dimly seen
In these thy lowest works; yet these declare
Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light,
Angels, for ye behold him, and with songs
And choral symphonies, day without night,
Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven,
On earth join all ye creatures to extol
Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Fairest of stars, last in the train of night,
If better thou belong not to the dawn,
Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn
With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere,
While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.

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Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge him thy greater, sound his praise In thy eternal course, both when thou clim’st, And when high noon hast gain'd; and when thou

fall'st. Moon, that now meet'st the orient sun, now fly’st, With the fix'd stars, fix'd in their orb that flies, And

ye five other wand'ring fires that move In mystic dance not without song, resound His praise, who out of darkness call’d up light. Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix And nourish all things, let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise, Whether to deck with clouds the uncolour'd sky, Or wet the thirsty earth with falling showers, 190 Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye winds that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.

177 five] “Verum etiam quinque stellas, quæ vulgo vage nuncupantur.'

V. Apul. de Deo Socratis, ed. Delph. vol. ii. p. 666. 181 quaternion) Heywood's Hier. p. 193.

• What ternions and classes be
In the cælestial hierarchie.'

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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 heaven-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
To give us only good; and if the night
Have gather'd aught 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.
On to their morning's rural work they haste,
Among sweet dews and flowers, where any row
Of fruit-trees overwoody reach'd too far
Their pamper'd boughs, and needed hands to check
Fruitless embraces; or they led the vine
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

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198 heaven-gate) So in Cymbeline, act ii. sc. 3.

Hark! hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings.' Newton. 200 Ye that] How could the fish witness ? Bentl. MS.

206 give] Not unlike the Prayer of Clytæmnestra in Soph. Elect. 646. A. Dyce.

217 marriageable] See Apulei Apolog. p. 540. ed. Delph.