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PARADISE.
Adam all day 'mid odorous garden bowersHad lightly toiled—while many a tender word,
With murmur of the brook and song of bird,
Fell on Eve's ear at work amongst her flowers;
When lo! where grove of pine and cedar towers,
As with a gentle breeze the leaves are stirred,
And walking in the garden God is heard,
With voice of love charming those evening hours.
With conscious innocence, and hand in hand
That goodly pair approach their awful Friend,
Like children with belovèd father stand;
Then at his feet in adoration bend.—
O golden age! O days of heaven on earth!
When life was piety and labour mirth.
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