Out of despair, joy, but with fear yet linked; Which thus to Eve his welcome words renewed:- 140 "Eve, easily may faith admit that all
The good which we enjoy from Heaven descends; But that from us aught should ascend to Heaven So prevalent as to concern the mind
Of God high-blest, or to incline his will, Hard to belief may seem. Or one short sigh of human breath, upborne Even to the seat of God. For, since I sought By prayer the offended Deity to appease, Kneeled and before him humbled all my heart, Methought I saw him placable and mild, Bending his ear; persuasion in me grew That I was heard with favour; peace returned Home to my breast, and to my memory
His promise that thy seed shall bruise our Foe; Which, then not minded in dismay, yet now Assures me that the bitterness of death
Is past, and we shall live. Whence hail to thee! Eve rightly called, Mother of all Mankind, Mother of all things living, since by thee Man is to live, and all things live for Man."
To whom thus Eve with sad demeanour meek :"Ill-worthy I such title should belong
To me transgressor, who, for thee ordained A help, became thy snare; to me reproach Rather belongs, distrust and all dispraise. But infinite in pardon was my Judge,
That I, who first brought death on all, am graced The source of life; next favourable thou, Who highly thus to entitle me voutsaf'st, Far other name deserving. But the field To labour calls us, now with sweat imposed, Though after sleepless night; for see! the Morn, All unconcerned with our unrest, begins Her rosy progress smiling. Let us forth, I never from thy side henceforth to stray, Where'er our day's work lies, though now enjoined
Laborious, till day droop. While here we dwell, What can be toilsome in these pleasant walks ? Here let us live, though in fallen state, content."
So spake, so wished, much-humbled Eve; but Fate Subscribed not. Nature first gave signs, impressed On bird, beast, air-air suddenly eclipsed, After short blush of morn. Nigh in her sight The bird of Jove, stooped from his aery tour, Two birds of gayest plume before him drove ; Down from a hill the beast that reigns in woods, First hunter then, pursued a gentle brace, Goodliest of all the forest, hart and hind; Direct to the eastern gate was bent their flight. Adam observed, and, with his eye the chase Pursuing, not unmoved to Eve thus spake :— "O Eve, some further change awaits us nigh, Which Heaven by these mute signs in Nature shows,
Forerunners of his purpose, or to warn
Us, haply too secure of our discharge From penalty because from death released
Some days: how long, and what till then our life, Who knows, or more than this, that we are dust, And thither must return, and be no more? Why else this double object in our sight, Of flight pursued in the air and o'er the ground One way the self-same hour? Why in the east Darkness ere day's mid-course, and morning-light More orient in yon western cloud, that draws O'er the blue firmament a radiant white,
And slow descends, with something Heavenly fraught?" He erred not; for, by this, the Heavenly bands Down from a sky of jasper lighted now
In Paradise, and on a hill made halt- A glorious apparition, had not doubt And carnal fear that day dimmed Adam's eye. Not that more glorious, when the Angels met Jacob in Mahanaim, where he saw
The field pavilioned with his guardians bright; Nor that which on the flaming mount appeared In Dothan, covered with a camp of fire, Against the Syrian king, who, to surprise One man, assassin-like, had levied war, War unproclaimed. The princely Hierarch In their bright stand there left his Powers to seize Possession of the Garden; he alone,
To find where Adam sheltered, took his way, Not unperceived of Adam; who to Eve,
While the great visitant approached, thus spake
Eve, now expect great tidings, which, perhaps, Of us will soon determine, or impose New laws to be observed; for I descry, From yonder blazing cloud that veils the hill, One of the Heavenly host, and, by his gait, None of the meanest―some great Potentate Or of the Thrones above, such majesty Invests him coming; yet not terrible, That I should fear, nor sociably mild, As Raphael, that I should much confide,
But solemn and sublime; whom, not to offend, With reverence I must meet, and thou retire."
He ended; and the Archangel soon drew nigh, Not in his shape celestial, but as man Clad to meet man. Over his lucid arms A military vest of purple flowed, Livelier than Meliboan, or the grain Of Sarra, worn by kings and heroes old In time of truce; Iris had dipt the woof. His starry helm unbuckled showed him prime In manhood where youth ended; by his side, As in a glistering zodiac, hung the sword, Satan's dire dread, and in his hand the spear. Adam bowed low; he, kingly, from his state Inclined not, but his coming thus declared :-
"Adam, Heaven's high behest no preface needs. Sufficient that thy prayers are heard, and Death, Then due by sentence when thou didst transgress,
Defeated of his seizure many days,
Given thee of grace, wherein thou may'st repent, And one bad act with many deeds well done May'st cover. Well may then thy Lord, appeased, Redeem thee quite from Death's rapacious claim; But longer in this Paradise to dwell
Permits not. To remove thee I am come, And send thee from the Garden forth, to till The ground whence thou wast taken, fitter soil." He added not; for Adam, at the news
Heart-strook, with chilling gripe of sorrow stood, That all his senses bound; Eve, who unseen Yet all had heard, with audible lament Discovered soon the place of her retire :-
"O unexpected stroke, worse than of Death! Must I thus leave thee, Paradise? thus leave
Thee, native soil? these happy walks and shades, 270 Fit haunt of Gods, where I had hope to spend,
Quiet, though sad, the respite of that day
That must be mortal to us both?
That never will in other climate grow,
My early visitation, and my last
At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave ye names, Who now shall rear ye to the Sun, or rank Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial fount? Thee, lastly, nuptial bower, by me adorned With what to sight or smell was sweet, from thee How shall I part, and whither wander down Into a lower world, to this obscure
And wild? How shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits ?" Whom thus the Angel interrupted mild :- "Lament not, Eve, but patiently resign What justly thou hast lost; nor set thy heart, Thus over-fond, on that which is not thine. Thy going is not lonely; with thee goes Thy husband; him to follow thou art bound; Where he abides, think there thy native soil."
Adam, by this from the cold sudden damp Recovering, and his scattered spirits returned, To Michael thus his humble words addressed :
"Celestial, whether among the Thrones, or named Of them the highest-for such of shape may seem Prince above princes-gently hast thou told Thy message, which might else in telling wound, And in performing end us.
Of sorrow, and dejection, and despair,
Our frailty can sustain, thy tidings bring- Departure from this happy place, our sweet Recess, and only consolation left
Familiar to our eyes; all places else Inhospitable appear, and desolate,
Nor knowing us, nor known. And, if by prayer Incessant I could hope to change the will
Of him who all things can, I would not cease To weary him with my assiduous cries; But prayer against his absolute decree
No more avails than breath against the wind, Blown stifling back on him that breathes it forth : Therefore to his great bidding I submit. This most afflicts me-that, departing hence, As from his face I shall be hid, deprived
His blessed countenance. Here I could frequent, With worship, place by place where he voutsafed Presence Divine, and to my sons relate,
On this mount He appeared; under this tree Stood visible; among these pines his voice I heard; here with him at this fountain talked.' So many grateful altars I would rear
Of grassy turf, and pile up every stone Of lustre from the brook, in memory Or monument to ages, and thereon
Offer sweet-smelling gums, and fruits, and flowers. In yonder nether world where shall I seek His bright appearances, or footstep trace? For, though I fled him angry, yet, recalled To life prolonged and promised race, I now
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