Wherever thus created, for no place [ 535 ]
Is yet distinct by hence, as thou knowst
He brought thee into this delicious Grove,
This Garden, planted with the Trees of God,
Delectable both to behold and taste;
And freely all thir pleasant fruit for food [ 540 ]
Gave thee, all sorts are here that all th Earth yields,
Varietie without end; but of the Tree
Which tasted works knowledge of Good and Evil,
Thou maist not; in the day thou eatst, thou dist;
Death is the penaltie imposd, beware, [ 545 ]
And goverhy appetite, least sin
Surprise thee, and her black attendah.
Here finishd hee, and all that he had made
Viewd, and behold all was entirely good;
So Evn and Morn aplisht the Sixt day: [ 550 ]
Yet not till the Creator from his work
Desisting, though unwearied, up returnd
Up to the Heavn of Heavns his high abode,
Theo behold this new created World
Th addition of his Empire, how it shewd [ 555 ]
In prospect from his Throne, how good, how faire,
Answering his great Idea. Up he rode
Followd with acclamation and the sound
Symphonious of ten thousand Harpes that tund
Angelic harmohe Earth, the Aire, [ 560 ]
Resounded, (thou rememberst for thou heardst)
The Heavns and all the stellati,
The Plas in thir stations listning stood,
While the bright Pomp asded jubilant.
Open, ye everlasting Gates, they sung, [ 565 ]
Open, ye Heavns, your living dores; let in
The great Creator from his work returnd
Magnifit, his Six days work, a World;
Open, and heh oft; fod will deigne
To visit oft the dwellings of just Men [ 570 ]
Delighted, and with frequent intercourse
Thither will send his winged Messengers
On errands of supernal Grace. So sung
The glorious Train asding: He through Heavn,
That opend wide her blazing Portals, led [ 575 ]
To Gods Eternal house direct the way,
A broad and ample rode, whose dust is Gold
And pavement Starrs, as Starrs to thee appeer,
Seen in the Galaxie, that Milkie way
Whiightly as a cirg Zohou seest [ 580 ]
Pouderd with Starrs. And now oh the Seventh
Eevning arose in Eden, for the Sun
Was set, and twilight from the East came on,
Forerunning Night; when at the holy mount
Of Heavns high-seated top, th Impereal Throne [ 585 ]
Of Godhead, fixt for ever firm and sure,
The Filial Power arrivd, and sate him down
With his great Father (for he also went
Invisible, yet staid, such priviledge
Hath Omnipresence) and the work ordaind, [ 590 ]
Author and end of all things, and from work
Now resting, blessd and hallowd the Seavnth day,
As resting on that day from all his work,
But not in silence holy kept; the Harp
Had work aed not, the solemn Pipe, [ 595 ]
And Dulcimer, all ans of sweet stop,
All sounds o by String olden Wire
Temperd soft Tunings, intermixt with Voice
Choral or Unison; of inse Clouds
Fuming from Golden sers hid the Mount. [ 600 ]
Creation and the Six dayes acts they sung,
Great are thy works, Jehovah, infinite
Thy power; what thought measure thee or tongue
Relate thee; greater now in thy return
Then from the Giant Angels; thee that day [ 605 ]
Thy Thunders magnifid; but to create
Is greater theed to dest