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Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk
55 Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark !
DISCOURSE BETWEEN ADAM AND EVE ON
RETIRING TO REST. 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; 5 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
10 Apparent queen, unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
When Adam thus to Eve: “Fair consort, the hour Of night, and all things now retired to rest, Mind us of like repose; since God hath set 15 Labour 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;
20 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. 25 To-morrow, ere fresh morning streak the east With first approach of light, we must be risen, And at our pleasant labour, to reform Yon flowery arbour, yonder alleys green, Our walk at noon, with branches overgrown,
30 That mock our scant manuring, and require More hands than ours to lop their wanton growth: Those blossoms also, and those dropping gums, That lie bestrown, unsightly and unsmooth, Ask riddance, if we mean to tread with ease; 35 Meanwhile, as Nature wills, night bids us rest.”
To whom thus Eve, with perfect beauty adorn'd: “My author and disposer, what thou bidst 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, 45 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, 50 With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon,
And these the gems of Heaven her starry train:
To whom our general ancestor replied:
75 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, 80 Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep: All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night. How often from the steep
Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard
Thus talking, hand in hand alone they pass'd On to their blissful bower.
My name is Norval: on the Grampian hills
10 Rush'd like a torrent down upon the vale, Sweeping our Aocks and herds. The shepherds filed For safety and for succour. I alone, With bended bow, and quiver full of arrows, Hover'd about the enemy, and mark'd
15 The road he took, then hasted to my friends ; Whom with a troop of fifty chosen men I met advancing. The pursuit I led,
Till we o'ertook the spoil-encumber'd foe.
10 And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle; And therefore little shall I grace my cause, In speaking for myself: yet, by your gracious patience,