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Of favage men? So parts the dying turtle
The SECOND PART:
The BRIGHT VISION.
HUS far the Mufe, in unaccustom'd mood,
Indulg'd a gloom of thought; and thus fhe fang
Swift vanishes the fullen form, and lo
The fcene fhines bright with blifs: Behold the place Where mifchiefs never fly, cares never come
With wrinkled brow, nor anguish, nor disease,
re 'tis a vifion of that happy grove re the first authors of our mournful race in fweet partnership! one hour they liv'd, hang'd the tafted blifs (imprudent pair!) n, and hame, and this wafte wilderness Cars, and nine hundred years of pain. Tithing Mufe new-dreffes the fair garden A this defart-world, with budding blifs, Anver-greens, and balms, and flowery beauties Wiut one dangerous tree: There heavenly dews Nigy defcending fhall iinpearl the grafs Anerdant herbage; drops of fragrancy Sit mbling on the fpires: The fpicy vapours Ri with the dawn, and through the air diffus'd Sae your waking fenfes with perfume:
We vital fruits with their ambrofial juice
n this new paradife the cloudlefs fkies
In milder rays ferene, fhould nightly rife
O facred fymphony! Hark, through the grove
Not the feraphic minds of high degree
Go taste their banquet, learn the nobler pleasures
Of heaven (So Milton fings, enlightned bard!
The angel's great narration he repeats
To Albion's fons high favour'd.) Thou shalt learn
And with foft grace and interwoven loves
(Grateful digreffion) all his words rehearse
Solv'd eafy, and abstrusfest thoughts reveal'd.
Now the day wears apace, now Mitio comes
On humble turf, with rofe and myrtle ftrow'd;
With glories: arm'd with thunders; and his throne
Splendors unfufferable and radiant death.
With reverence and abasement deep they fall
His beamy robes, and made defcent to earth:
Loft paradife for men, and purchafe heaven.
The lovers with indearment mutual thus Promiscuous talk'd, and questions intricate His manly judgment ftill refolv'd, and still Held her attention fix'd: fhe musing fat On the sweet mention of incarnate love, Till rapture wak'd her voice to fofteft ftrains. "She fang the Infant God; (myfterious theme!) "How vile his birth-place, and his cradle vile! "The ox and afs his mean companions; there "In habit vile the shepherds flock around, "Saluting the great mother, and adore "Ifrael's anointed King, the appointed heir "Of the creation. How debas'd he lies "Beneath his regal state; for thee, my Mitio, "Debas'd in fervile form; but angels food "Miniftering round their charge with folded wings "Obfequious, though unfeen; while lightfome hours "Fulfill'd the day, and the grey e vening rofe. "Then the fair guardians hovering o'er his head "Wakeful all night, drive the foul fpirits far, "And with their fanning pinions purge the air "From bufy phantoms, from infectious damps, "And impure taint; while their ambrofial plumes "A dewy flumber on his fenfes fhed. "Alternate hymns the heavenly watchers fung "Melodious, foothing the furrounding fhades, "And kept the darkness chalte and holy. Then "Midnight was charm'd, and all her gazing eyes "Wonder'd to fee their mighty Maker fleep.