sso PARADISE LOST. Boors XII4 Ris'n from a river, o'er the marifb glides ; 630 And gathers ground fart at the lab'rer's heel, II,Ineward returning. High in Front advanc'd, The brandlh'd fword of God before them blaz'd; Fierce as a Comet ; which with torrid heat, And vapors as the Libyan air adufl, 635 Began to parch that temperate clime : whereat In either hand the hafrning Angel caught Our lingring Parents and to th' eaftern gate Led them direct ; and down the cliff as fat", To the fubjeded plain ; then difappear'd. 640 They looking back, all th' eaftern fide beheld Of Paradife, fo late their happy feat Way'd over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces throng'd, and fiery arms. Some natural tears they drop'd, but wip'd them loon The world was all before them, where to chufe 646 Their place of reit, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandriag fleps and flow, Through Eden took their folitary way. THE END OF THE TWELFTH AND LAST BOOK.
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