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In me is no delay; with thee to go,
Is to stay here ; without thee here to slay,
Is to go hence unwilling; thou to me
Art all things under heaven, all places thou,
Who for my wilful crime art banish'd hence.
This further consolation yet secure
I carry hence; though all by me is lost,
Such favour I unworthy am vouchsaf'd,
By me the promis'd Seed shall all restore. »

So spake our mother Eve; and Adam heard
Well pleas’d, but answer'd not : for now, too nigh
The arch-angel stood; and from the other hill
To their fix'd station, all in bright array
The cherubim descended; on the ground
Gliding meteorous, as evening-mist
Risen from a river o'er the marish glides,
And gathers ground fast at the labourer's heel
Homeward returning. High in front advanc'd,
The brandish'd sword of God before them blaz'd,
Fierce as a comet; which with torrid heat,
And vapour as the Libyan air adust,
Began to parch that temperate clime; whereat
In either hand the hastening angel caught
Our lingering parents, and to the eastern gate
Led them direct, and down the cliff as fast
To the subjected plain ; then disappear’d.

They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of paradise, so late their happy seat War'd over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces throng'd, and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropt, but wip'd them soon :

The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide ! They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.

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