The Adamus exul of Grotius; or The Prototype of Paradise Lost — page 43: what you’re looking at

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26 Adam. Satan. ADAMUS EXUL. Thou, who deniest my fellowship, shalt feel How sweet my vengeance, and how blest my doom. Begone, accursed deceiver, savage fiend; Monster, begone ; I dread thee not, nor heed Thy impotent rage! The God in whom I trust Hath with his favour, as a triple shield, Girded my heart ; thy fury I defy, For, fearing God alone, 1 nothing fear Thee or thy exiled demons—hence, away ! Thou shalt be exiled too—if not to day. Chorus of Angels. The stream of Eden nobly flows, And on its banks of emerald green Fach glorious tree of pure life grows; - The plant of knowledge shines between, And hangs its golden-tingéd fruit To tempt, alas, and to destroy !— Such knowledge, sure, can never suit Immortal hope or mortal joy! Adam reposes in the shade, His brow with laurel chaplet bound, With his espoused matchless maid ; He listens to the harmonic sound Of falling leaves, and fleeting waves, And light birds’ singing, wild and free, While in his joyous heart he braves All sorrow, doubt, despondency. O man! thou wonderful and fair, Pensive and passion-taming king © Of this new planet, we can share In all thy bright imagining. Ab never let the shade of ill Wither the bloom or mar the bliss ! But be as pure and tranquil still In unborn ages as in this Sweet hour of perfect blessedness. Ye too, who born of grosser dust, Children of your mother clay, Whose souls are doomed to quench the lust Of cursed ambition, day by day, In solid forms of quick decay, Chaunt your praise to him who lends So much enjoyment to a life Which once, and now, wild passion blends With desolating guilt and strife. (C@ inn @ DOO <S (c@