M I L T O N '; PARADISE LOST: I N T W E L V E BOOKS. BOOK XII. S one who in his journey bates at noon, Tho' bent on fpeed fo here th' Arch-Angel palled, Betwixt the world deftroy'd, and world reftor'd, If Adam ought perhaps might interpofe Then, with tranfition fweet, new fpeech refumes. Thus thou haft feen one world begin, and end And man as from a fecond flock proceed. Much thou haft yet to fee : but I perceive Thy mortal fight to fail : objeds divine Mutt needs impair, and weary human fenfe. Henceforth what is to come I will relate ; Thou therefore give due audience, and attend. This fecond fource of men, while yet but few, And while the dread of judgment pall remains Frefh
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