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By me encamp'd on yonder hill, expect
Whence thou return'st, and whither went'st, I know;
So spake our mother Eve; and Adam heard
Gliding meteorous, as evening mist
635 Began to parch that temperate clime ; whereat In either hand the hastening Angel caught Our lingering parents, and to the eastern gate Led them direct, and down the cliffs first To the subjected plain ; thon disappeared. 640
They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces throng'd, and fiery arms: Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose 646 Their place of rest, and Providence their guide : They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.