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Beyond which was my folly to aspire. Henceforth I learn that to obey is best,
And love with fear the only God, to walk As in his presence, ever to observe
His providence, and on him sole depend, Merciful over all his works, with good Still overcoming evil, and by small
Accomplishing great things--by things deemed weak Subverting worldly-strong, and worldly-wise
By simply meek; that suffering for Truth's sake
Is fortitude to highest victory,
And to the faithful death the gate of life— Taught this by his example whom I now Acknowledge my Redeemer ever blest."
To whom thus also the Angel last replied:- "This having learned, thou hast attained the sum Of Wisdom; hope no higher, though all the stars Thou knew'st by name, and all the ethereal powers, All secrets of the Deep, all Nature's works, Or works of God in heaven, air, earth, or sea, And all the riches of this world enjoy'dst, And all the rule, one empire. Only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable; add faith; Add virtue, patience, temperance; add love, By name to come called Charity, the soul Of all the rest: then wilt thou not be loth To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A Paradise within thee, happier far.
Let us descend now, therefore, from this top. Of speculation; for the hour precise
Exacts our parting hence; and, see! the guards,
By me encamped on yonder hill, expect
Their motion, at whose front a flaming sword, In signal of remove, waves fiercely round.
We may no longer stay. Go, waken Eve; Her also I with gentle dreams have calmed, Portending good, and all her spirits composed To meek submission: thou, at season fit,
Let her with thee partake what thou hast heard- Chiefly what may concern her faith to know, The great deliverance by her seed to come (For by the Woman's Seed) on all mankind— That ye may live, which will be many days, Both in one faith unanimous; though sad With cause for evils past, yet much more cheered With meditation on the happy end."
He ended, and they both descend the hill. Descended, Adam to the bower where Eve Lay sleeping ran before, but found her waked;
And thus with words not sad she him received:
"Whence thou return'st and whither went'st I know;
For God is also in sleep, and dreams advise,
Which he hath sent propitious, some great good
Presaging, since, with sorrow and heart's distress Wearied, I fell asleep. But now lead on; In me is no delay; with thee to go Is to stay here; without thee here to stay Is to go hence unwilling; thou to me Art all things under Heaven, all places thou, Who for my wilful crime art banished hence. This further consolation yet secure I carry hence: though all by me is lost, Such favour I unworthy am voutsafed, By me the Promised Seed shall all restore."
So spake our mother Eve; and Adam heard. Well pleased, but answered not; for now too nigh The Archangel stood, and from the other hill To their fixed station, all in bright array,
The Cherubim descended, on the ground
Gliding meteorous, as evening mist
Risen from a river o'er the marish glides,
And gathers ground fast at the labourer's heel Homeward returning. High in front advanced, The brandished sword of God before them blazed, Fierce as a comet; which with torrid heat, And vapour as the Libyan air adust, Began to parch that temperate clime; whereat In either hand the hastening Angel caught Our lingering parents, and to the eastern gate Led them direct, and down the cliff as fast To the subjected plain-then disappeared. They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat,
Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms.
Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon ; The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.
They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
LONDON: R. CLAY, SONS, AND TAYLOR, PRINTERS, BREAD STREET HILL.
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