Of all yet done; a creature who, not prone His stature, and upright with front serene And worship God Supreme, who made him chief Let us now make man in our image, Man In our similitude, and let them rule Beast of the field, and over all the Earth, And every creeping thing that creeps the ground. Female, for race; then bless'd mankind, and said, And every living thing that moves on the Earth; 4 Is yet distinct by name; thence, as thou know'st, And freely all their pleasant fruit for food Gave thee; all sorts are here that all the Earth yields, Variety without end; but of the tree Which, tasted, works knowledge of good and evil, And govern well thy appetite; lest Sin Up to the Heaven of Heavens, his high abode; The addition of his empire, how it show'd K 128 Of all ye With sanc His stature Govern the Magnanimo Let us now m Open, ye Heavens! your living doors; let in So sung The glorious train ascending: He through Heaven, To God's eternal house direct the way. From MILTON'S PARADISE LOST. A MOTHER'S LOVE. HAST thou sounded the depths of yonder sea, Hast thou measured the heights of the heavens above? Hast thou talked with the blessed of leading on |