Male he created thee, but thy confort

Female for race; then blefs'd mankind, and faid,
Be fruitful, multiply, and fill the earth,

Subdue it, and throughout dominion hold
Over fifh of the fea, and fowl of th' air,
And every living thing that moves on th' earth.
Wherever thus created, for no place

Is yet diftin&t by name, thence, as thou know'st
He brought thee into this delicious grove,
This garden planted with the trees of God,
Delectable both to behold and taste;

And freely all their pleafant fruit for food

Gave thee; all forts are here that all th' earth yields, Variety without end; but of the tree,

Which tafted works knowledge of good and evil,
Thou may'ft not; in the day thou eat'ft thou dy'st;
Death is the penalty impos'd, beware,

And govern well thy appetite, left Sin
Surprife thee, and her black attendant Death.
Here finifh'd he, and all that he had made
View'd, and behold all was entirely good;
So ev❜n and morn accomplish'd the sixth day :
Yet not till the Creator from his work
Defifting, though unwearied, up return'd,
Up to the heav'n of heav'ns his high abode,
Thence to behold this new-created world,
Th' addition of his empire, how it show'd
In profpect from his throne, how good, how fair,
Anfw'ring his great idea. Up he rode

Follow'd with acclamation and the found

Symphonious of ten thousand harps that tun'd
Angelic harmonies: the earth, the air

Refounded, (thou remember'ft, for thou heardft)
The heav'ns and all the conftellations rung,
The planets in their ftation lift'ning stood,
While the bright pomp afcended jubilant.
Open, ye everlasting gates, they fung,'
Open, ye heav'ns, your living doors; let in
The great Creator from his work return'd
Magnificent, his fix days work, a world.

MORNING

[MILTON.]

HYMN.

THESE are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty! thine this univerfal frame,

Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then! Unfpeakable, who fit'ft above these heav'ns

To us invifible, or dimly feen

In these thy lowest works; yet these declare
Thy goodness beyond thought, and pow'r divine.
Speak ye who beft can tell, ye fons of light,
Angels; for ye behold him, and with fongs.
And choral symphonies, day without night,
Circle his throne rejoicing: ye in heav'n,
On earth join all ye creatures to extol

Him first, him laft, him midft, and without end.
Faireft of ftars, laft in the train of night,

If better thou belong not to the dawn,

Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn
With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere,
While day arifes, that sweet hour of prime.
Thou fun, of this great world both eye and foul,
Acknowledge him thy greater, found his praise
In thy eternal courfe, both when thou climb'ft,
And when high noon hast gain'd, and when thou
fall'ft.

Moon, that now meet'ft the orient fun, now fly'st;
With the fix't ftars, fix'd in their orb that flies,
And ye five other wand'ring fires that move
In myftic dance not without fong, refound
His praife, who out of darkness call'd up light.
Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth

ceaseless change

Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run
Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix
And nourish all things; let your
Vary to our great Maker ftill new praise.
Ye mifts and exhalations that now rise
From hill or teaming lake, dusky or gray,
Till the fun paint your fleecy skirts with gold,
In honour to the world's great Author rise,
Whether to deck with clouds th' uncolour'd sky,
Or wet the thirsty earth with falling show'rs,
Rifing or falling ftill advance his praife.

His praife ye winds, that from four quarters blow,
Breathe foft or loud; and wave your tops, ye pines,
With ev'ry plant, in fign of worship wave.

Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow,

Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.
Join voices all ye living fouls; ye birds,
That finging up to heaven gate afcend,

Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise.
Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk
The earth, and ftately tread, or lowly creep;
Witness if I be filent, morn or ev'n,

To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade
Made vocal by my fong, and taught his praife.
Hail, univerfal Lord, be bounteous ftill
To give us only good; and if the night
Have gather'd aught of evil or conceal'd,
Disperse it, as now light difpels the dark.

ADAM'S RELATION TO RAPHAEL OF

THE FIRST SURVEY HE TOOK OF HIMSELF.

FOR

[MILTON.]

man to tell how human life began

Is hard; for who himself beginning knew?
Defire with thee ftill longer to converse

Induc'd me. As new wak'd from foundest fleep
Soft on the flow'ry herb I found me laid

In balmy fweat, which with his beams the fun Soon dry'd, and on the reeking moisture fed. Straight toward heav'n my wond'ring eyes I turn'd, And gaz'd a while the ample sky, till rais'd

By

By quick inftinctive motion up I sprung,
As thitherward endeavouring, and upright
Stood on my feet; about me round I faw
Hill, dale,` and shady woods, and funny plains,
And liquid lapfe of murm'ring streams; by these,
Creatures that liv'd and mov'd and walk'd or flew,
Birds on the branches warbling; all things fmil'd
With fragrance, and with joy my heart o'erflow'd.
Myfelf I then perus'd, and limb by limb

Survey'd, and fometimes went, and sometimes ran
With fupple joints, as lively vigour led:
But who I was, or where, or from what cause,
Knew not; to speak I try'd, and forthwith spake;
My tongue obey'd, and readily could name
Whate'er I faw. Thou fun, faid I, fair light,
And thou enlighten'd earth, fo fresh and gay,
Ye hills and dales, ye rivers, woods and plains,
And ye that live and move, fair creatures, tell,
Tell, if ye faw, how came I thus, how here?
Not of myself; by fome great Maker then,
In goodness and in pow'r pre-eminent ;
Tell me, how may I know him, how adore,
From whom I have that thus I move and live,
And feel that I am happier than I know.

While thus I call'd, and stray'd I knew not whither,
From where I first drew air, and first beheld

This happy light, when anfwer none return'd,
On a green fhady bank profufe of flow'rs
Penfive I fat me down; there gentle fleep

First found me, and with foft oppreffion feiz'd