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Driven away from Eden's gate
With biasing falchions fenced about,
Into a desert desolate,
A miserable pair came out,
To meet their fate.
To wander in a world of woe,
To ache and starve, to burn and shiver,
With every living thing their foe—
The fire of God above, the river
Of death below.
Of home, of hope, of Heaven bereft;
It is the destiny of man
To cower beneath his Maker's ban,
And hide from his own theft!
II
The father of a world unborn—
Who hath begotten death, ere life—
In sullen silence plods forlorn;
His love and pride in his fair wife
Are rage and scorn.
Instead of Angel ministers,
What hath he now but fiends devouring;
Instead of grapes and melons, burs;
In lieu of manna, crab and souring—
By whose fault? Hers!
Alack, good sire of feeble knees,
New penance waits thee; since—when thus
Thou shouldst have wept for all of us—
Thou mournest thine own ease I
III
The mother of all loving wives
(Condemned unborn to many a tear)
Is fain to take his hand, and strives
In sorrow to be doubly dear—
But shame deprives.
The Shame, The Woe, The Black Surprise,
That Love's First Dream Should Have Such Ending,
to Weep, and Wipe Neglected Eyes I
Oh Loss of True Love, Far Transcending
Lost Paradise!
For is it faith, that cannot live
One gloomy hour, and soar above
The clouds of fate? And is it love,
That will not e'en forgive?
IV
The houseless monarch of the earth
Hath quickly found what empire means;
For while he scoffs with bitter mirth,
And curses, after Eden's scenes,
This dreary dearth.
A snake, that twined in playful zeal,
But yester morn, around his ankle,
Now driven along the dust to steal,
Steals up, and leaves its venom'd rankle
Deep in his heel.
He groans awhile. He seeks anon
For comfort to this first of pain,
Where all his sons to-day are fain;
He seeks—but Eve is gone!
PART I—ADAM
O'er hill, and highland, moor, and plain,
A hundred years, he seeks in vain;
Oer hill and plain, a hundred years,
He pours the sorrow no one hears;
Yet finds, as wildest mourners find,
Some ease of heart in toil of mind.
I
"YE mountains, that forbid the day,
Ye glens, that are the steps of night,
How long amid you must I stray,
Deserted, banished from God's sight,
And castaway?
"Ye trees and flowers the Lord hath made,
Ye beasts, to my good-will committed—
Although your trust hath been betrayed—
Not long ago ye would have pitied
Your old comrade.
"Oh, nature, noblest when alone,
Albeit I love your outward part;
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