The Cherubim deſcended; on the ground
1520Gliding meteorous, as Ev'ning Miſt
Ris'n from a River o're the mariſh glides,
And gathers ground faſt at the Labourers heel
Homeward returning. High in Front advanc't,
The brandiſht Sword of God before them blaz'd
Fierce as a Cornet ; which with torrid heat,
And vapour as the Libyan Air aduſt,
Began to parch that temperate Clime ; whereat
In either hand the haſtning Angel caught
Our lingring Parents, and to th' Eaſtern Gate
1530Led them direct, and down the Cliff as faſt
To the ſubjected Plaine ; then diſappeer'd.
They looking back, all th' Eaſtern ſide beheld
Of Paradiſe, ſo late thir happie ſeat,
Wav'd over by that flaming Brand, the Gate
With dreadful Faces throng'd and fierie Armes :
Som natural tears they drop'd, but wip'd them ſoon;
The World was all before them, where to chooſe
Thir place of reſt, and Providence thir guide :
They hand in hand with wandring ſteps and ſlow,
1540Through Eden took thir ſolitarie way.
THE END.
