Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: Hail, horrors, hail.
And to the faithful: death, the gate of life.
And out of good still to find means of evil.
His sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred.
But infinite in pardon is my Judge.
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.