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 While thus I call'd, and stray'd I knew not whither,   From where I first drew Aire, and first beheld   This happie Light, when answer none return'd,   On a green shadie Bank profuse of Flours   Pensive I sate me down; there gentle sleep   First found me, and with soft oppression seis'd   My droused sense, untroubl'd, though I thought   I then was passing to my former state   Insensible, and forthwith to dissolve:   When suddenly stood at my Head a dream,   Whose inward apparition gently mov'd   My Fancy to believe I yet had being,   And livd: One came, methought, of shape Divine,   And said, thy Mansion wants thee, ADAM, rise,   First Man, of Men innumerable ordain'd   First Father, call'd by thee I come thy Guide   To the Garden of bliss, thy seat prepar'd. 
  So saying, by the hand he took me rais'd,   And over Fields and Waters, as in Aire   Smooth sliding without step, last led me up   A woodie Mountain; whose high top was plaine,   A Circuit wide, enclos'd, with goodliest Trees   Planted, with Walks, and Bowers, that what I saw   Of Earth before scarse pleasant seemd. 
  Each Tree   Load'n with fairest Fruit, that hung to the Eye   Tempting, stirr'd in me sudden appetite   To pluck and eate; whereat I wak'd, and found   Before mine Eyes all real, as the dream   Had lively shadowd: Here had new begun   My wandring, had not hee who was my Guide   Up hither, from among the Trees appeer'd,   Presence Divine. 
  Rejoycing, but with aw   In adoration at his feet I fell   Submiss: he rear'd me, & Whom thou soughtst I am,   Said mildely, Author of all this thou seest   Above, or round about thee or beneath. 
  This Paradise I give thee, count it thine   To Till and keep, and of the Fruit to eate:   Of every Tree that in the Garden growes   Eate freely with glad heart; fear here no dearth:   But of the Tree whose operation brings   Knowledg of good and ill, which I have set   The Pledge of thy Obedience and thy Faith,   Amid the Garden by the Tree of Life,   Remember what I warne thee, shun to taste,   And shun the bitter consequence: for know,   The day thou eat'st thereof, my sole command   Transgrest, inevitably thou shalt dye;   From that day mortal, and this happie State   Shalt loose, expell'd from hence into a World   Of woe and sorrow. 
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