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From either eye, and wiped them with her hair;

Two other precious drops that ready stood,

Each in their crystal sluice, he, ere they fell,

Kissed, as the gracious signs of sweet remorse

And pious awe, that feared to have offended.

So all was eleared, and to the field they haste. But first from under shady arborous roof, Soon as they forth were come to open sight Of day-spring, and the sun, who, scarce uprisen, With wheels yet hovering o'er the ocean-brim, Shot parallel to the earth his dewy ray, Discovering in wide landscape all the east Of Paradise and Eden's happy plains, Lowly they bowed adoring, and began Their orisons, each morning duly paid In various style; for neither various style Nor holy rapture wanted they to praise Their Maker, in fit strains pronounced, or sung Unmeditated; such prompt eloquence Flowed from their lips, in prose or numerous verse; More tuneable than needed lute or harp To add more sweetness; and they thus began:

These are Thy glorious works, Parent of good,

Almighty! Thine this universal frame,

Thus wondrous fair: Thyself how wondrous then!

Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens

To us invisible, or dimly seen

In these thy lowest works; yet these declare

Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.

Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light,

Angels, for ye behold Him, and with songs

And choral symphonies, day without night,

Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven,

On earth join all ye creatures to extol

Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end.

Fairest of stars, last in the train of night,