This garden, planted with the trees of God, Delectable both to behold and taste;
And freely all their pleasant fruit for food
Gave thee; all sorts are here that all the earth yields
Variety without end; but of the tree,
Which, tasted, works knowledge of good and evil, Thou may'st not; in the day thou eatest thou diest:
Death is the penalty imposed; beware, And govern well thy appetite; lest sin Surprise thee, and her black attendant death. Here finish'd he, and all that he had made View'd, and behold all was entirely good; So even and morn accomplish'd the sixth day; Yet not till the Creator from his work Desisting, though unwearied, up return'd, Up to the heaven of heavens, his high abode ; Thence to behold this new created world, The addition of his empire, how it show'd In prospect from his throne, how good, how fair, Answering his great idea. Up he rode Follow'd with acclamation, and the sound Symphonious of ten thousand harps, that tuned Angelic harmonies: the earth, the air Resounded (thou remember'st, for thou heard'st,) The heavens and all the constellations rung, The planets in their station listening stood, While the bright pomp ascended jubilant. Open, ye everlasting gates! they sung, Open, ye heavens! your living doors; let in The great Creator from his work return'd Magnificent, his six day's work, a world;
Open, and henceforth oft; for God will deign To visit oft the dwellings of just men, Delighted; and with frequent intercourse Thither will send his winged messengers
On errands of supernal grace. So sung
The glorious train ascending: He through heaven,
That open'd wide her blazing portals, led To God's eternal house direct the way; A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold And pavement stars, as stars to the appear, Seen in the galaxy, that milky way,
Which nightly, as a circling zone, thou seest Powder'd with stars. And now on earth the
Evening arose in Eden, for the sun
Was set, and twilight from the east came on, Forerunning night; when at the holy mount Of heaven's high-seated top, the imperial throne Of Godhead, fix'd for ever firm and sure, The filial power arrived, and sat him down With his great Father; for he also went Invisible, yet staid (such privilege
Hath Omnipresence,) and the work ordain'd, Author and end of all things; and from work Now resting, blessed and hallow'd the seventh day, As resting on that day from all his work: But not in silence holy kept: the harp Had work and rested not; the solemn pipe, And dulcimer, all organs of sweet stop, All sounds on fret by string or golden wire, Temper'd soft tunings, intermix'd with voice Choral or unison of incense clouds,
Fuming from golden censers, hid the mount. Creation and the sixth days' acts they sung: Great are thy works, Jehovah! infinite
Thy power! what thought can measure thee, or tongue
Relate thee! Greater now in thy return Than from the giant angels: Thee that day Thy thunders magnified; but to create Is greater than created to destroy.
Who can impair thee, Mighty King, or bound Thy empire! Easily the proud attempt Of spirits apostate, and their counsels vain, Thou hast repelled; while impiously they thought Thee to diminish, and from thee withdraw The number of thy worshippers.
Who seeks To lessen thee, against his purpose serves
To manifest the more thy might his evil
Thou usest, and from thence createst more good,
Witness this new-made world, another heaven From heaven gate not far, founded in view On the clear hyaline, the glassy sea; Of amplitude almost immense, with stars Numerous, and every star perhaps a world Of destined habitation; but thou know'st Their seasons: among these the seat of men, Earth, with her nether ocean circumfused, Their pleasant dwelling place.
And sons of men, whom God hath thus advanced!
Created in his image, there to dwell
And worship him; and in reward to rule Over his works, on earth, in sea, or air, And multiply a race of worshippers
Holy and just thrice happy, if they know Their happiness, and persevere upright! So sung they, and the empyrean rung With hallelujahs: thus was sabbath kept. And thy request think now fulfilled, that ask'd How first this world and face of things began, And what before thy memory was done From the beginning; that posterity, Inform'd by thee, might know: if else thou seek'st Aught, not surpassing human measure, say.
Adam inquires concerning celestial motions: is doubtfully answered, and exhorted to search rather things more worthy of knowledge Adam assents: and, still desi rous to detain Raphael, relates to him what he remembered since his own creation; his placing in Paradise; his talk with God concerning solitude and fit society, his first meeting and nuptials with Eve; his discourse with the angel thereupon: who, after admonitions repeated, departs.
THE Angel ended, and in Adam's ear
So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear Then as new waked, thus gratefuly replied: What thanks sufficient, or what recompense Equal, have I to render thee, divine Historian, who thus largely hast allay'd The thirst I had of knowledge, and vouchsafed This friendly condescension to relate
Things, else by me unsearchable; now heard With wonder, but delight, and, as is due, With glory attributed to the high Creator! Something yet of doubt remains, Which only thy solution can resolve. When I behold this goodly frame, this world, Of heaven and earth consisting; and compute Their magnitudes: this earth, a spot, a grain, An atom, with the firmament compared
And all her number'd stars that seem to roll
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