Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste
Brought death into the world and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater man
Restore us, and regain those blissful seats,
Sing Heavenly Muse.
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A little onward lend thy guiding hand
To these dark steps—a little farther on,
For yonder bank has choice of sun and shade.