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Paradise Lost


                                  Recess, and only consolation left
                                  Familiar to our eyes! all places else
                                  Inhospitable appear, and desolate;
                                  Nor knowing us, nor known: And, if by prayer
                                  Incessant I could hope to change the will
                                  Of Him who all things can, I would not cease
                                  To weary him with my assiduous cries:
                                  But prayer against his absolute decree
                                  No more avails than breath against the wind,
                                  Blown stifling back on him that breathes it forth:
                                  Therefore to his great bidding I submit.
                                  This most afflicts me, that, departing hence,
                                  As from his face I shall be hid, deprived
                                  His blessed countenance: Here I could frequent
                                  With worship place by place where he vouchsafed
                                  Presence Divine; and to my sons relate,
                                  ‘On this mount he appeared; under this tree
                                  ‘Stood visible; among these pines his voice
                                  ‘I heard; here with him at this fountain talked:
                                  So many grateful altars I would rear
                                  Of grassy turf, and pile up every stone
                                  Of lustre from the brook, in memory,
                                  Or monument to ages; and theron
                                  Offer sweet-smelling gums, and fruits, and flowers:
                                  In yonder nether world where shall I seek
                                  His bright appearances, or foot-step trace?
                                  For though I fled him angry, yet recalled
                                  To life prolonged and promised race, I now
                                  Gladly behold though but his utmost skirts


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