That space the Evil One abstracted stood From his own evil, and for the time remained Stupidly good, of enmity disarmed, Of guile, of hate, of envy, of revenge .

Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess.

With a smile that glow'd Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.

To many a youth and many a maid, dancing in the chequer'd shade.

And out of good still to find means of evil.

The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burthensome, still paying, still to owe; Forgetful what from him I still receivd, And understood not that a grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and dischargd; what burden then?

Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.