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 unapproved, and leave
No spot or blame behind: which gives me hope
That what in sleep thou didst abhor to dream,
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,
Reserved from night, and kept for thee in store."

So cheer'd he his fair spouse, and she was cheer'd;
But silently a gentle tear let fall
From either eye, and wiped 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 day-spring and the sun; who, scarce up-risen, With wheels yet hovering o'er the ocean-brim, 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 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 pronounced 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 sit'st above these heavens
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.
Thou Sun! of this great world both eye and soul,
Acknowledge Him thy greater; sound His praise
In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st,
And when high noon hast gain'd, and when thou

fall'st.

Moon! that now meet'st the orient sun, now fliest,
With the fix'd stars, fix'd in their orb that flies;
And ye five other wandering 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 streaming lake, dusky or grey,
Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold,
In honor to the world's great Author rise;
Whether to deck with clouds the' uncolor'd sky,
Or wet the thirsty earth with falling showers,
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.
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 over-woody 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, spoused, about him twines
Her marriageable arms; and with her brings
Her dower, the' adopted clusters, to adorn
His barren leaves. Them thus employ'd beheld
With pity Heaven's high King, and to him call'd
Raphael, the sociable Spirit, that deign'd
To travel with Tobias, and secured

His marriage with the seventimes-wedded maid.

" Raphael, (said he) thou hear'st what stir on earth

Satan, from hell 'scaped through the darksome gulf,
Hath raised 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 bower or shade
Thou find'st him from the heat of noon retired,
To respite his day-labor with repast,
Or with repose: and such discourse bring on,
As may advise him of his happy state;
Happiness in his power 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 fallen himself from heaven, 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 the' Eternal Father, and fulfill'd All justice: nor delay'd the winged Saint After his charge received; but from among Thousand celestial Ardors, where he stood Veil'd with his gorgeous wings, up springing light, Flew through the midst of heaven. The' angelic

quires,

On each hand parting, to his speed gave way Through all the' empyreal road; till, at the gate Of heaven arrived, the gate self-open'd wide On golden hinges turning, as by work Divine the sovran Architect had framed. From hence no cloud, or, to obstruct his sight, Star interposed, however small he sees, Not unconform to other shining globes, Earth, and the garden of God, with cedars crown'd Above all hills. As when by night the glass Of Galileo, less assured, observes Imagined lands and regions in the moon : Or pilot, from amidst the Cyclades Delos or Samos first appearing, kens A cloudy spot. Down thither prone in flight He speeds; and through the vast etherial 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 towering eagles, to all the fowls he seems A phœnix, gazed by all, as that sole bird; When, to enshrine his reliques in the sun's • Bright temple, to Egyptian Thebes he flies. At once on the' eastern cliff of Paradise 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