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Thus they in lowliest plight repentant stood	B
Praying for from the Mercie seat above	C
Prevenient Grace descending had remov'd	D
The stonie from thir hearts and made new flesh	E
Regenerat grow instead that sighs now breath'd	F
Unutterable which the Spirit of prayer	G
Inspir'd and wing'd for Heav'n with speedier flight	H
Then loudest Oratorie yet thir port	I
Not of mean suiters nor important less	J
Seem'd thir Petition then when th' ancient Pair	G
In Fables old less ancient yet then these	K
Deucalion and chaste Pyrrha to restore	L
The Race of Mankind drownd before the Shrine	M
Of Themis stood devout To Heav'n thir prayers	N
Flew up nor missed the way by envious windes	O
Blow'n vagabond or frustrate in they passd	I
Dimentionless through Heav'nly dores then clad	I
With incense where the Golden Altar fum'd	I
By thir great Intercessor came in sight	I
Before the Fathers Throne Them the glad Son	P
Presenting thus to intercede began	Q
See Father what first fruits on Earth are sprung	R
From thy implanted Grace in Man these Sighs	S
And Prayers which in this Golden Censer mixt	I
With Incense I thy Priest before thee bring	T
Fruits of more pleasing savour from thy seed	I
Sow'n with contrition in his heart then those	U
Which his own hand manuring all the Trees	K
Of Paradise could have produc't ere fall'n	V
From innocence Now therefore bend thine eare	L
To supplication heare his sighs though mute	I
Unskilful with what words to pray let mee	W
Interpret for him mee his Advocate	I
And propitiation all his works on mee	W
Good or not good ingraft my Merit those	U
Shall perfet and for these my Death shall pay	X
Accept me and in mee from these receave	C
The smell of peace toward Mankinde let him live	C
Before thee reconcil'd at least his days	Y
Numberd though sad till Death his doom which I	Z
To mitigate thus plead not to reverse	A2
To better life shall yeeld him where with mee	W
All my redeemd may dwell in joy and bliss	B2
Made one with me as I with thee am one	P
To whom the Father without Cloud serene	C2
All thy request for Man accepted Son	P
Obtain all thy request was my Decree	W
But longer in that Paradise to dwell	D2
The Law I gave to Nature him forbids	E2
Those pure immortal Elements that know	F2
No gross no unharmoneous mixture foule	D2
Eject him tainted now and purge him off	C
As a distemper gross to aire as gross	G2
And mortal food as may dispose him best	I
For dissolution wrought by Sin that first	I
Distemperd all things and of incorrupt	I
Corrupted I at first with two fair gifts	H2
Created him endowd with Happiness	I2
And Immortalitie that fondly lost	I
This other serv'd but to eternize woe	F2
Till I provided Death so Death becomes	J2
His final remedie and after Life	C
Tri'd in sharp tribulation and refin'd	I
By Faith and faithful works to second Life	C
Wak't in the renovation of the just	I
Resignes him up with Heav'n and Earth renewd	I
But let us call to Synod all the Blest	I
Through Heav'ns wide bounds from them I will not hide	I
My judgments how with Mankind I proceed	I
As how with peccant Angels late they saw	K2
And in thir state though firm stood more confirmd	I
He ended and the Son gave signal high	Z
To the bright Minister that watchd hee blew	D2
His Trumpet heard in Oreb since perhaps	L2
When God descended and perhaps once more	L
To sound at general Doom Th' Angelic blast	I
Filld all the Regions from thir blissful Bowrs	L2
Of Amarantin Shade Fountain or Spring	T
By the waters of Life where ere they sate	I
In fellowships of joy the Sons of Light	I
Hasted resorting to the Summons high	Z
And took thir Seats till from his Throne supream	W
Th' Almighty thus pronounced his sovran Will	D2
O Sons like one of us Man is become	W
To know both Good and Evil since his taste	I
Of that defended Fruit but let him boast	I
His knowledge of Good lost and Evil got	I
Happier had it suffic'd him to have known	M2
Good by it self and Evil not at all	D2
He sorrows now repents and prayes contrite	I
My motions in him longer then they move	C
His heart I know how variable and vain	N2
Self left Least therefore his now bolder hand	I
Reach also of the Tree of Life and eat	I
And live for ever dream at least to live	C
Forever to remove him I decree	W
And send him from the Garden forth to Till	D2
The Ground whence he was taken fitter soile	D2
Michael this my behest have thou in charge	O2
Take to thee from among the Cherubim	W
Thy choice of flaming Warriours least the Fiend	I
Or in behalf of Man or to invade	I
Vacant possession som new trouble raise	L2
Hast thee and from the Paradise of God	I
Without remorse drive out the sinful Pair	L
From hallowd ground th' unholie and denounce	L2
To them and to thir Progenie from thence	L2
Perpetual banishment Yet least they faint	I
At the sad Sentence rigorously urg'd	I
For I behold them soft'nd and with tears	L2
Bewailing thir excess all terror hide	I
If patiently thy bidding they obey	X
Dismiss them not disconsolate reveale	D2
To Adam what shall come in future dayes	L2
As I shall thee enlighten intermix	L2
My Cov'nant in the Womans seed renewd	I
So send them forth though sorrowing yet in peace	L2
And on the East side of the Garden place	L2
Where entrance up from Eden easiest climbes	L2
Cherubic watch and of a Sword the flame	W
Wide waving all approach farr off to fright	I
And guard all passage to the Tree of Life	C
Least Paradise a receptacle prove	C
To Spirits foule and all my Trees thir prey	X
With whose stol'n Fruit Man once more to delude	I
He ceas'd and th' Archangelic Power prepar'd	I
For swift descent with him the Cohort bright	I
Of watchful Cherubim four faces each	P2
Had like a double Janus all thir shape	Q2
Spangl'd with eyes more numerous then those	L2
Of Argus and more wakeful then to drouze	L2
Charm'd with Arcadian Pipe the Pastoral Reed	I
Of Hermes or his opiate Rod Meanwhile	D2
To resalute the World with sacred Light	I
Leucothia wak'd and with fresh dews imbalmd	I
The Earth when Adam and first Matron Eve	C
Had ended now thir Orisons and found	I
Strength added from above new hope to spring	T
Out of despaire joy but with fear yet linkt	I
Which thus to Eve his welcome words renewd	I
Eve easily may Faith admit that all	D2
The good which we enjoy from Heav'n descends	L2
But that from us ought should ascend to Heav'n	N2
So prevalent as to concerne the mind	I
Of God high blest or to incline his will	D2
Hard to belief may seem yet this will Prayer	L
Or one short sigh of humane breath up borne	N2
Ev'n to the Seat of God For since I saught	I
By Prayer th' offended Deitie to appease	L2
Kneel'd and before him humbl'd all my heart	I
Methought I saw him placable and mild	I
Bending his eare perswasion in me grew	D2
That I was heard with favour peace returnd	I
Home to my brest and to my memorie	D2
His promise that thy Seed shall bruise our Foe	F2
Which then not minded in dismay yet now	N2
Assures me that the bitterness of death	R2
Is past and we shall live Whence Haile to thee	W
Eve rightly call'd Mother of all Mankind	I
Mother of all things living since by thee	W
Man is to live and all things live for Man	N2
To whom thus Eve with sad demeanour meek	S2
Ill worthie I such title should belong	T2
To me transgressour who for thee ordaind	I
A help became thy snare to mee reproach	U2
Rather belongs distrust and all dispraise	L2
But infinite in pardon was my Judge	V2
That I who first brought Death on all am grac't	I
The sourse of life next favourable thou	N2
Who highly thus to entitle me voutsaf't	I
Farr other name deserving But the Field	I
To labour calls us now with sweat impos'd	I
Though after sleepless Night for see the Morn	N2
All unconcern'd with our unrest begins	L2
Her rosie progress smiling let us forth	W2
I never from thy side henceforth to stray	D2
Wherere our days work lies though now enjoind	I
Laborious till day droop while here we dwell	D2
What can be toilsom in these pleasant Walkes	L2
Here let us live though in fall'n stat	I

John Milton

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