Crocus, and Hyacinth with rich inlay

Pan or Silvanus never slept, nor Nymph,

Of firm and fragrant leaf; on either side [ 695 ]

Broiderd the ground, more colourd then with stone

Reard high thir flourisht heads between, and wrought

While they keep watch, or nightly rounding walk, [ 685 ]

Divide the night, and lift our thoughts to Heaven.

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Both day and night: how often from the steep [ 680 ]

Acanthus, and each odorous bushie shrub

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Mosaic; underfoot the Violet, [ 700 ]

Millions of spiritual Creatures walk the Earth

Celestial voices to the midnight air,

Shine not in vain, nor think, though men were none, [ 675 ]

Espoused Eve deckt first her Nuptial Bed, [ 710 ]

Iris all hues, Roses, and Gessamin

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All things to mans delightful use; the roofe

Of costliest Emblem: other Creature here

Beast, Bird, Insect, or Worm durst enter none;

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Mankind with her faire looks, to be avengd

Endowd with all thir gifts, and O too like [ 715 ]

Brought her in naked beauty more adornd

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More sacred and sequesterd, though but feignd,

Thus talking hand in hand alone they passd

On to thir blissful Bower; it was a place [ 690 ]

Laurel and Mirtle, and what higher grew

With Heavnly touch of instrumental sounds

Singing thir great Creator: oft in bands

Nor Faunus haunted. Here in close recess

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What day the genial Angel to our Sire

Chosn by the sovran Planter, when he framd

Of echoing Hill or Thicket have we heard

All these with ceasless praise his works behold

Sole, or responsive each to others note

Of thickest covert was inwoven shade

These then, though unbeheld in deep of night,

On him who had stole Joves authentic fire.