Loaden with fruit and apples rosie red,
As they in pure vermilion had beene dide,
Whereof great vertues ouer all were red:
For happie life to all, which thereon fed,
And life eke euerlasting did befall:
Great God it planted in that blessed sted
With his almightie hand, and did it call
The tree of life,[393] the crime of our first fathers fall.
In all the world like was not to be found, xlvii
Saue in that soile, where all good things did grow,