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“ Toil on! toil on! ye ephemeral train,
“ Ye bind the deep with your secret zone,
“But why do ye plant 'neath the billows dark
“With moldering bones the deeps are white,
thus must spread The boundless sea for the thronging dead ?"
“ To whom thus Eve, with perfect beauty adorned : • My author and disposer, what thou bid'st Unargued I obey: so God ordains ; God is thy law, thou mine : to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise, With thee conversing I forget all time; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charın of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night, With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train : But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistening with dew; nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful evening mild ; nor silent night, With this her solemn bird ; nor walk by moon, Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.'"