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For Man that was to be created, it
Might then be made a Habitation fit;
God's Being, the Fountain of all Virtue, now,
And Power at once he did proclaim, and ſhew
Himſelf the God of Nature; yet that he
Of all its Rules was abſolute and free:
Th' Almighty Agent every way above.
And independent of them all to prove;
Or e'er the Earth the Husbandman did know.
Or any Labour on't he did beſtow,
One Drop of Rain or Dew did on it fall,
Or with the Sun-beams warmed was at all,
He bleſt it with ſuch great Fertility,
Herbs, Trees and Plants it brought forth inſtantly;
The Oak, the Cedar, the aſpiring Pine,
Shoots quick to Heaven, and meets the Word divine:
Nor no Delay was now of Day or Year,
'Tween Trees being planted and their Time to bear,
But all at once were laden and decor'd,
With manifold ripe Fruits were richly ſtor'd;
Herbs, Plants and Flowers ſo fragrant, freſh and fair.
As might perfume and ſcent the very Air.
The Lord this Day did ſo adorn the Field,
And made it ſuch a Store of Beauties yield.
That Solomon in all his grand Array
So great a Glory never could diſplay.
A Summer-Houſe most pleaſant Adam wou'd
In Eden's Garden, of it ſurely had.
In which he might have liv'd, until he'd even
Exchang'd it for a better Place in Heaven.
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Yea,
