And these gems of Heav'n, her starry train.

Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower.

The timely dew of sleep.

Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence.

Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, When Adam wak'd, so custom'd; for his sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred.

Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is.

To adore the conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood.