The Adamus exul of Grotius; or The Prototype of Paradise Lost — page 37: what you’re looking at

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III 20 Eve. Adam. ADAMUS EXUL. My own heart-born sole partner, without whom Ease could not soothe, and pleasure cannot please, How doubled is my rapture, when I share Rapture with thee, and, by imparting, gain. Alone with his Great Maker, man may be O’erwhelmed in solemn ecstasies, and seem To lose himself amidst the thrilling awe, | The keen sweet horror of delight, which fills Cherub and seraph. But the human heart Hath thought and feeling far too frail and mixed For the pure unity ef Godhead. These We pant to share, we agonise to pour, The treasured tenderness of aching breasts On our own bright similitudes who thirst Thus to receive and give. This fond desire, Dearer than all enjoyment, this wrought tide Of passionate anxieties doth make ‘The element of love, the bliss of bliss ; Such my serene experience, since I lay In that most death-like slumber, and did dream | Of some fair angel-creature like to thee, And woke and found thee fairer than all dreams. Thy words are more than music; thou to me Art all in all of blessing. All thmgs sweet With thee and thy dear smile, without thee seem To lose their proper nature, and beeome Harsh and embittered as the name of death. So last our mutual love, so burn the fire Of worship, and this passion-glowing charm, On the heart’s stainless altar. Hand in hand, And soul in soul, commixed, we ’!I venerate The name of Him, the Author of our joys ; Him, our first love, our last; his laws obey, Emulous in sweet rivalry of praise, znd never let a vain or impious wish Seek the forbidden fruitage. Ah, methinks I hear, on the soft billows of the wind, Ethereal music streaming ! List! e’en now The angelic choirs hold jubilee, and sing. Chorus of Angels. Father of all! thy boundless praise Eternal, yet for ever new, We celebrate in symphonies Of choral hymns. Upon the blue Waves of this earthly atmosphere The voice of our outgushing love Floats joyously, for Thou art here Present, as im the stars above. GORMGOOO@ @ <S (c@ i hh