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Shepherd, I take thy word,

And trust thy honest offer'd courtesy,
Which oft is sooner found in lowly sheds
With smoky rafters, than in tapestry halls
And courts of princes, where it first was named,
And yet is most pretended: in a placo
Less warranted than this, or less secure,
I cannot be, that I should fear to change it—
Eye m», bless'd Providence, and square my trial
To my proportion'd strength!—Shepherd, lead on.

Hail, holy Light! offspring of heaven first-born,

Or of the Eternal co-eternal beam,

May I express thee unblamed?2 since God is light,

And never but in unapproached light

Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee,

Bright effluence of bright essence increate.

Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream >

Whose fountain who shall tell 1 * Before the sun,

Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice

Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest

The rising world of waters dark and deep,

Won from the void and formless infinite.

Thee I revisit now with bolder wing,

Escaped the Stygian pool, though long cletain'd

In that obscure sojourn; while in my flight,

Through utter and through middle darkness borne,

With other notes than to the Orphean lyre,

I sung of Chaos and eternal Night;

Taught by the heavenly Muse to venture down

The dark descent, and up to reascend,

Though hard and rare: thee I revisit safe,

And feel thy sovran vital lamp; but thou

Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain

To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn;

So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs,

Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more

Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt

Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill,

Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief

Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath,5

That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow,

Nightly I visit: nor sometimes forget

Those other two equall'd with me in fate,

So were I equall'd with them in renown,

1 "This celebrated complaint, with which Milton opens the third book, deserves all Uie praises which have been given 1L"—Addison. s That Is, may I, without blame, call thee the co-etern<u beam of the Eternal God. i Or rather dost thou hear this address, dost thou rather to be called,pmre etktrtai ttreamT l As In Job xxxvlli. 19, "Where Is the way where light dweUeth r"

b Kedron and Slloa. "He sUll was pleased to study the bcauUes of the ancient poets, but his highest ueltvut was In the Son?* of Sion, In the holy Scriptures, and In these be meditated day and night. Thu '« the *en*r of the passage stripped of Its pottlcal ornaments."—Xcu to/t.

INVOCATION TO LIGHT.1

Blind Thamyris, and blind Moeonides,'

And Tiresias, and Phineus, prophets old:

Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move

Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird

Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid

Tunes her nocturnal note. Thus with the year

Seasons return; but not to me returns

Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn,

Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose,

Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine j

But cloud instead, and ever-during dark

Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men

Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair,

Presented with a universal blank

Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased,

And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.

So much the rather thou, celestial Light,

Shine inward, and Jhe mind through all her powers

Irradiate; there plant eyes; all mist from thence

Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell

Of tilings invisible to mortal sight

fanJbt hat, in. i.

Eve's Account Of Her Creation.

That day I oft remember, when frcm sleep
I first awaketl, and found myself reposed,
Under a shade, on flowers, much wondering where
And what I was, whence thither brought, and how.
Not distant far from thence a murmuring sound
Of waters issued from a cave, and spread
Into a liquid plain, then stood unmoved,
Pure as the expanse of heaven: I thither went
With unexperienced thought, and laid mo down
On the green bank, to look into the clear
Smooth lake, that to me scem'd another sky.
As I bent down to look, just opposite
A shape within the watery gleam appear'd,
Bending to look on me: I started back,
It started back; but pleased I soon return'd,
Pleased it return'd as soon, with answering looks
Of sympathy and love: there I had fix'd
Mine eyes till now, and pined with vain desire,
Had not a voice thus warn'd me: "What thou seest,
What there thou seest, fair creature, is thyself;
With thee it came and goes; but follow me,
And I will bring thee where no shadow stays
Tny coming and thy soft embraces; he
Whose image thou art: him thou shalt enjoy

I yfreontdes Is Homer. Thamyris was a Thraclnn, and Invented the Doric mood or measure Tiiv»lat and Phineus, the former a Thcban, the latter a king of Arcadia, were famous blind bards of Biiti'jtiity. Milton nses the word "prophet" in the sense of the Latin valet, which unites the character of prophet and poet. Indeed, throughout Milton's poetry there are words and phrases perpetu sliy occurring that are used In their pure LaUn sense, the beauUcs of which none but a classical scholar can fully appreciate. This, of itself, is a sufficient answer, if there were not a dozen others, to the senseless question so often asked, "What is the use of a girl's studying LaUn I"

Inseparably tliinc; to him slialt benr

Multitudes like thyself, and thence be call'd

Motlier of human race." What could I do,

But follow straight, invisibly thus led?

Till I espied thee, fair indeed, and tall,

Under a platane; yet, methought, less fair,

Less winning soft, less amiably mild,

Than that smooth watery image: back I turn'd;

Thou, following, criedst aloud, "Return, fair Eve;

Whom fliest thou 1 whom thou fliest, of him thou art,

His flesh, his bone; to give thee being I lent

Out of my side to thee, nearest my heart,

Substantial life, to have thee by my side

Henceforth an individual solace dear.

Part of my sotil, I seek thee, and thee claim,

My other half." With that, thy gentle hand

Seized mine: I yielded; and from that time see

How beauty is exeell'd by manly grace,

And wisdom, which alone is truly fair.

PtyraOtt tort, TT. 449

EVENING IN PARADISE.

Now came still evening on, and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad:
Silence accompanied; for beast and bird,
They to their grassy couch, these to their nests,
Were slunk; all but the wakeful nightingale;
She all night long her amorous descant sung;
Silence was pleased: now glow'd the firmament
With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led
The starry host, rode brightest; till the moon
Rising in clouded majesty, at length,
Apparent queen, unveil'd her peerless light,
And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.

When Adam thus to Eve: "Fair consort, the hout
Of night, and all things now retired to rest,
Mind us of like repose; since God hath set
Labor and rest, as day and night, to men
Successive; and the timely dew of sleep,
Now falling with soft slumbrous weight, inclines
Our eyelids; other creatures all day long
Rove idle, unemploy'd, and less need rest:
Man hath his daily work of body or mind
Appointed, which declares his dignity,
And the regard of heaven on all his ways:
While other animals unactive range,
And of their doings God takes no account.
To-morrow, ere fresh morning streak the east
With first approach of light, we must be risen,
And at our pleasant labor, to reform
Von flowery arbors, yonder alleys green,
Our walk at noon, with branches overgrown,
That mock our scant mnnuring. and require
More hands than ours to lop tluir wanton growth

Those blossoms also, and those dropping gums,
That lie bestrown, unsightly and unsmoolh,
Ask riddance, if wo mean to tread with ease;
Meanwhile, as nature wills, night bids us rest."

To whom thus Eve, with perfect beauty adorn'd:
"My author and disposer, what thou bidd'st
Unargued I obey; so God ordains.
God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more
Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise.
With thee conversing, I forget all time;
All seasons, and their change, all please alike.
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun,
When first on this delightful land he spreads
His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,
Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth
After soft showers; and sweet the coming on
Of grateful evening mild: then silent night,
With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon,
And these the gems of heaven, her starry train:
But neither breath of morn, when she ascends
With charm of earliest birds; nor rising suu
On thi3 delightful land; nor herb, fruit, flower,
blistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers;
Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night,
With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon,
Or gUttering starlight, without thee is sweet
But wherefore all night long shine these? For whom
This glorious sight, when sleep hath shut all eyes?''

To whom our general ancestor replied: 1 Daughter of God and man, accomplished Eve, Those havo Uieir course to finish round the earth By morrow evening; and from land to land In order, though to nations yet unborn, Ministering light propared, they set and rise; Lest total darkness should by night regain Her old possession, and extinguish life In naturo and all things; which these soft fires Not only enlighten, but, with kindly heat Of various influence, foment and warm, Temper or nourish, or in part shed down Their stellar virtue on all kinds that grow On earth, made hereby aptor to receive Perfection from the sun's more potent ray. These, then, though unbeheld in deep of night, Shine not in vain. Nor think, though men were none, That heaven would want spectators, God want praise: Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep: All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night How often, from die steep Of echoing hill or thicket, have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their Great Creator! oft in bands

While they keep watch, or nightly round ing walk,
With heavenly touch of instrumental sounds,
In full harmonic number join'd, their songs
Divide the night, and lift our thoughts to Heaven."

Thus talking, hand in hand alone they pass'd
On to their blissful bower: it was a place
Chosen by the sovran Planter, when he framed
All things to man's delightful use: the roof
Of thickest covert was inwoven shade,
Laurel and myrtle, and what higher grew
Of firm and fragrant leaf; on either side
Acanthus, and each odorous bushy shrub,
Fenced up the verdant wall; each beauteous flower,
Iris all hues, roses, and jessamin,

Rear'd high their fiourish'd heads between, and wrought

Mosaic; under-foot the violet,

Crocus, and hyacinth, with rich inlay

Broider'd the ground, more color'd than with stone

Of costliest emblem: other creature here,

Beast, bird, insect, or worm, durst enter none,

Such was their awe of man! In shadier bower

More sacred and serjuester'd, though but feign'd,

Pan or Sylvanus never slept; nor nymph

Nor Faunus haunted. Here, in close recess,

With flowers, garlands, and sweet-smelling herbs,

Espoused Eve deck'd first her nuptial bed j

And heavenly quires the hymenean sung,

What day the genial angel to our sire

Brought her, in naked beauty more adora'd,

More lovely than Pandora; whom the gods

Endow'd with all their gifts; and, O! too like

In sad event, when to the unwiser son

Of Japhet brought by Hermes, she ensnared

Mankind with her fair looks, to be avenged

On him who had stole Jove's authentic fire.

Thus, at their shady lodge arrived, both stood,
Both turn'd, and under open sky adored
The God that made both sky, air, earth, and heaven,
Which they beheld, the moon's resplendent globe,
And starry pole: "Thou also madest the night,
Maker Omnipotent 1 and thou the day
Which we, in our appointed work employ'd,
Have finish'd, happy in our mutual help
And mutual love, the crown of all our bliss
Ordain'd by thee; and this delicious place,
For us too large, where thy abundance wants
Partakers, and uncropt falls to the ground.
But thou hast promised from us two a race
To fill the earth, who shall with us extol
Thy goodness infinite, both when we wake,
And when we seek, as now, thy gift of sleep."

Paradiu Lott, [V. Svf.

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