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Now morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime3279 | |
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Advancing, sowed the earth with orient3280 pearl, | |
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When Adam waked, so customed,3281 for his sleep | |
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Was airy-light, from pure digestion bred,3282 | |
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And temperate3283 vapors3284 bland,3285 which th’ only sound | |
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Of birds on every bough, so much the more | |
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His wonder was to find unwakened Eve | |
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With tresses discomposed, and glowing cheek, | |
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As through unquiet rest. He, on his side | |
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Leaning half raised, with looks of cordial 3290 love | |
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Hung over her enamored, and beheld | |
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Beauty which, whether waking or asleep, | |
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Shot forth peculiar3291 graces. Then with voice | |
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Her hand soft touching, whispered thus: “Awake, | |
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My fairest, my espoused, my latest found, | |
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Heav’n’s last best gift, my ever new delight! | |
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Awake. The morning shines, and the fresh field | |
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Calls us. We lose the prime, 3294 to mark3295 how spring3296 | |
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Our tender plants, how blows the citron grove, | |
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How Nature paints her colors, how the bee | |
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Sits on the bloom extracting liquid sweet. | |
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Such whispering waked her, but with startled eye | |
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On Adam, whom embracing, thus she spoke: | |
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“O sole in whom my thoughts find all repose, | |
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My glory, my perfection! Glad I see | |
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Thy face, and morn returned, for I this night | |
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(Such night till this I never passed) have dreamed | |
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(If dreamed) not, as I oft am wont,3299 of thee, | |
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Works of day past, or morrow’s next design,3300 | |
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But of offence and trouble, which my mind | |
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Knew never till this irksome3301 night. Methought | |
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Close at mine ear one called me forth to walk, | |
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With gentle voice; I thought it thine. It said, | |
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‘Why sleep’st thou, Eve? Now is the pleasant time, | |
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The cool, the silent, save 3302 where silence yields | |
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To the night-warbling bird, that now awake | |
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Tunes sweetest his love-labored song. Now reigns | |
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Full-orbed the moon, and with more pleasing light | |
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Shadowy sets off the face of things. In vain, | |
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If none regard.3303 Heav’n wakes with all his eyes, | |
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Whom to behold but thee, Nature’s desire? | |
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Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze. | |
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I rose as at thy call, but found thee not; | |
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To find thee I directed then my walk, | |
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And on, methought, alone I passed through ways | |
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That brought me on a sudden to the tree | |
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Of interdicted3306 knowledge. Fair it seemed, | |
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Much fairer to my fancy than by day, | |
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And as I wond’ring looked, beside it stood | |
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One shaped and winged like one of those from Heav’n | |
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By us oft seen. His dewy locks distilled3307 | |
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Ambrosia. On that tree he also gazed, | |
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And ‘O fair plant,’ said he, ‘with fruit surcharged,3308 | |
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Deigns none to ease thy load, and taste thy sweet, | |
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Nor god, nor man? Is knowledge so despised? | |
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Or envy, or what reserve3309 forbids to taste? | |
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Forbid who will, none shall from me withhold | |
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Longer thy offered good: why else set 3310 here? | |
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This said, he paused not, but with venturous3311 arm | |
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He plucked, he tasted; me damp3312 horror chilled | |
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At such bold words vouched 3313 with a deed so bold, | |
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But he thus, overjoyed: ‘O fruit divine, | |
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Sweet of thyself, but much more sweet thus cropped,3314 | |
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Forbidden here, it seems, as only fit | |
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For gods, yet able to make gods of men. | |
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And why not gods of men? Since good, the more | |
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Communicated, more abundant grows, | |
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The author3315 not impaired, but honored more? | |
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Here, happy creature, fair angelic Eve! | |
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Partake thou also. Happy though thou art, | |
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Happier thou may’st be, worthier canst not be. | |
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Taste this, and be henceforth among the gods | |
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Thyself a goddess, not to earth confined, | |
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But sometimes in the air, as we, sometimes | |
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Ascend to Heav’n, by merit thine, and see | |
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What life the gods live there, and such live thou! | |
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“So saying, he drew nigh, and to me held, | |
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Ev’n to my mouth of that same fruit held part3316 | |
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Which he had plucked. The pleasant savory smell | |
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So quickened appetite that I, methought, | |
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Could not but taste. Forthwith up to the clouds | |
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With him I flew, and underneath beheld | |
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The earth outstretched immense, a prospect wide | |
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And various, wond’ring at my flight and change | |
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To this high exaltation. Suddenly | |
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My guide was gone, and I, methought, sunk down, | |
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And fell asleep. But O, how glad I waked | |
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To find this but a dream!” Thus Eve her night | |
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Related, and thus Adam answered, sad:3317 | |
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“Best image of myself, and dearer half, | |
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The trouble of thy thoughts this night in sleep | |
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Affects me equally, nor can I like | |
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This uncouth3318 dream, of evil sprung, I fear. | |
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Yet evil whence? In thee can harbor none, | |
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Created pure. But know that in the soul | |
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Are many lesser faculties, that serve | |
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Her office 3321 holds. Of all external things | |
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She forms imaginations, airy shapes, | |
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Which reason, joining or disjoining, frames | |
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All what we affirm or what deny, and call 3324 | |
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Our knowledge or opinion, then retires | |
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Into her private cell, when Nature rests. | |
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Oft, in her absence, mimic Fancy wakes | |
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To imitate her but, misjoining shapes, | |
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Wild work produces oft, and most in dreams, | |
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Ill matching words and deeds long past or late. 3325 | |
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Some such resemblances, methinks, I find | |
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Of our last evening’s talk, in this thy dream, | |
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But with addition strange. Yet be not sad.3326 | |
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Evil into the mind of god or man | |
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May come and go, so unapproved, and leave | |
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No spot or blame behind. Which gives me hope | |
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That what in sleep thou didst abhor to dream, | |
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Waking thou never will consent to do. | |
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Be not disheartened, then, nor cloud those looks | |
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That wont to be more cheerful and serene | |
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Than when fair morning first smiles on the world. | |
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And let us to our fresh employments rise | |
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Among the groves, the fountains, and the flowers | |
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That open now their choicest bosomed3327 smells, | |
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Reserved from night, and kept for thee in store. | |
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So cheered he his fair spouse, and she was cheered. | |
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But silently a gentle tear let fall | |
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From either eye, and wiped them with her hair. | |
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Two other precious drops that ready stood, | |
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Each in their crystal sluice, 3328 he ere they fell | |
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Kissed, as the gracious signs of sweet remorse | |
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And pious awe, that feared to have offended. | |
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So all was cleared, and to the field they haste. | |
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But first, from under shady arborous roof | |
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Soon as they forth were come to open sight | |
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Of day-spring, and the sun, who scarce up-risen, | |
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With wheels yet hov’ring o’er the ocean-brim, | |
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Shot parallel to the earth his dewy ray, | |
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Discovering 3329 in wide landscape all the east | |
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Of Paradise and Eden’s happy plains, | |
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Lowly they bowed adoring, and began | |
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Their orisons,3330 each morning duly paid | |
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In various3331 style, for neither various style | |
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Nor holy rapture wanted 3332 they to praise | |
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Unmeditated, such prompt3335 eloquence | |
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Flowed from their lips, in prose or numerous3336 verse, | |
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More tuneable 3337 than needed lute or harp | |
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To add more sweetness. And they thus began: | |
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“These are Thy glorious works, Parent of good, | |
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Almighty! Thine this universal frame, 3338 | |
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Thus wondrous fair. Thyself how wondrous then! | |
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Unspeakable, who sit’st above these. Heav’ns | |
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To us invisible, or dimly seen | |
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In these Thy lowest works. Yet these declare | |
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Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. | |
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Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, | |
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Angels, for ye behold Him, and with songs | |
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And choral symphonies,3339 day without night, | |
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Circle His throne rejoicing, ye in Heav’n! | |
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On earth join all ye creatures to extol | |
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Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end! | |
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Fairest of stars,3340 last in the train of night | |
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(If better thou belong not to the dawn) | |
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Sure pledge3341 of day that crown’st the smiling morn | |
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With thy bright circlet,3342 praise Him in thy sphere, | |
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While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. 3343 | |
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Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, | |
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Acknowledge Him thy greater, sound His praise | |
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In thse, both when thou climb’st | |
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And when high noon hast gained,3344 and when thou fall’st. | |
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With the fixed stars, fixed in their orb that flies,3347 | |
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In mystic dance not without song, resound | |
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His praise, who out of darkness called up light. | |
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Air, and ye Elements, the eldest birth | |
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Of Nature’s womb, that in quaternion3350 run | |
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Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix | |
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And nourish all things: let your ceaseless change | |
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Vary, 3351 to our great Maker still new praise. | |
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Ye mists and exhalations that now rise | |
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From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, | |
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Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, | |
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In honor to the world’s great Author rise, | |
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Whether to deck with clouds the uncolored 3352 sky, | |
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Or wet the thirsty earth with falling showers, | |
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Rising or falling still advance His praise. | |
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His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow, | |
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Breathe soft or loud. And wave your tops, ye pines, | |
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With every plant, in sign of worship wave! | |
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Fountains,3353 and ye that warble as ye flow, | |
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Melodious murmurs, warbling tune3354 His praise. | |
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Join voices, all ye living souls! Ye birds, | |
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That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, | |
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Bear on your wings, and in your notes, His praise. | |
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Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk | |
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The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep, | |
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Witness3355 if I be silent, morn or ev’n, | |
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To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, | |
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Made vocal3356 by my song, and taught His praise. | |
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Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still3357 | |
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To give us only good. And if the night | |
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Have gathered aught of evil, or concealed, | |
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Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark! | |
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So prayed they innocent, and to their thoughts | |
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Firm peace recovered soon, and wonted3358 calm. | |
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On to their morning’s rural 3359 work they haste, | |
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Among sweet dews and flow’rs, where any row | |
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Of fruit-trees over-woody reached too far | |
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Their pampered boughs,3360 and needed hands to check | |
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To wed her elm; she, spoused, about him twines | |
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Her marriageable arms, and with him brings | |
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His barren3365 leaves. |
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