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Fruit of thy womb: on me the curse aslope
Glanc'd on the ground; with labour I must earn
Or by collision of two bodies grind
The air attrite to fire, as late the clouds
Justling or push'd with winds rude in their shock
Time the slant lightning, whose thwart flame driv'n
Kindles the gummy bark of fir or pine,
And sends a comfortable heat from far,
Which might supply the sun such fire to use,
And what may else be remedy or cure
To evils which our own misdeeds have wrought, 1080
He will instruct us praying, and of grace
Beseeching him, so as we need not fear
Humbly our faults, and pardon beg, with tears
Of sorrow' unfeign'd, and humiliation meek?
From his displeasure; in whose look serene,
So spake our father penitent, nor Eve
THE END OF THE TENTH BOOK.
The Son of God presents to his Father the prayers of our first parents now repenting, and intercedes for them: God accepts them, but declares that they must no longer abide in Paradise; sends Michael with a band of Cherubim to dispossess them; but first to reveal to Adam future things: Michael's coming down. Adam shews to Eve certain ominous signs; he discerns Michael's approach, goes out to meet him: the Angel denounces their departure. Eve's lamentation. Admit pleads, but submits: The Angel leads him up to a high hill, sets before him in vision what shall happen till the flood.
THUS they in lowliest plight repentant stood
Praying, for from the mercy-seat above
The stony from their hearts, and made new flesh
Inspir'd, and wing'd for Heav'n with speedier flight
Not of mean suitors, nor important less
Seem'd their petition, than when th' ancient pair
The race of mankind drown'd, before the shrine
By their great intercessor, came in sight
SEE, Father, what first fruits on earth are sprung
Sighs and pray'rs, which in this golden censer, mix'd
And propitiation; all his works on me
Good or not good ingraft, my merit those
Shall perfect, and for these my death shall pay.
Accept me, and in me from these receive
The smell of peace tow'ard mankind; let him live
Number'd, though sad, till death, his doom (which I To mitigate thus plead, not to reverse)
To better life shall yield him, where with me
redeem'd may dwell in joy and bliss,
Made one with me as I with thee am one.
To whom the Father, without cloud, serene.
All thy requests for Man, accepted Son,
all thy request was my decree:
But longer in that Paradise to dwell,
The law I gave to nature him forbids:
And mortal food, as may dispose him best
His final remedy, and after life
Try'd in sharp tribulation, and refin'd
By faith and faithful works, to second life,
Wak'd in the renovation of the just,
Resigns him up with Heav'n and Earth renew'd.
But let us call to synod all the Blest
Through Heav'n's wide bounds, from them I will not hide My judgments, how with mankind I proceed.
As how with peccant Angels late they saw,
And in their state, though firm, stood more confirm’d.
To the bright minister that watch'd; he blew