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VI.A COMPLIMENT TO MIGNON SINGING.
“And must I leave thee, Paradise?”Eve with retreating footstep cries.
While the armed Michael following,
Hides it with his burning wing.
Pretty enough, a pathetic air too,
At least in its author's dainty view.
“And must I leave thee Paradise?”
You must indeed, the sword replies!
But why my laughter-loving friend,
Dost thou repeat her tortured lay,
Not even an angel can descend
To tear thee from thyself away!
The sky above our heads can ne'er
Of its sun-glories be bereft,
And nevertheless an atmosphere
For storms and thunder still be left.
Heaven may lie beyond the skies,
But where thou art is Paradise.
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