But oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.

In naked beauty most adorned.

The sacred influence of light appears.

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.

So shall the world go on, To good malignant, to bad men benign, Under her own weight groaning.

From restless thoughts, that, like a deadly swarm Of hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone, But rush upon me thronging.

Sweet intercourse of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow.