The Adamus exul of Grotius; or The Prototype of Paradise Lost — page 68: what you’re looking at

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Eve. Adam. A TRAGEDY.—ACT. V. 51 I call the swift-winged cherubim of heaven, And bid them watch with many-flashing ewords That vital fruit which faith alone can pluck From the original stem, eternally. They come! they come! before their burning course The sudden lightnings glare, and momently A universal and mysterious flame Enwraps lost Eden. The ineffable light Pervades the wandering air, and all the trees Glow in its hot embraces unconsumed. . These are the host of Him who doth command Our instant flight from hence: let us obey. O thou almighty and ubiquitous Power ! No longer I resist ; thy fatherly will Subdues my heart to love; and now I long To fly where’er thy high directing hand Appoints my dwelling. Yet my heart is sad To quit this charmed birthplace, and my eye, Wet with its many-gushing tears, looks back To take its long, its last farewell of Eden. Where shall we wander? Whither shall we bend Our weary steps ? Where choose our place of rest And find a home in exile, and a hope? Wertheimer and Cu, Printers, Circus Place, Fiusbury Circus. COL @ DOO <S (c@