ANDREW MARVELL
And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Such was that happy Garden-state While man theie walk'd without a mate: After a place so pure and sweet, What other help could yet be meet' But 'twas beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary there Two paradises 'twere in one, To live in Paradise alone.
How well the skilful gard'ner drew
Of flowers and herbs this dial new'
Where, from above, the milder sun
Does through a fragrant zodiac run:
And, as it works, th' industrious bee
Computes its time as well as we.
How could such sweet and wholesome hours
Be reckon'd, but with herbs and flowers'
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��370 Bermudas
rHERE the remote Bermudas ride In the ocean's bosom unespied, From a small boat that row'd along The libtening woods received this song
'What should we do but sing His praise That led us through the watery maze Unto an isle so long unknown, And yet far kinder than our own ? Where He the huge sea-monsters wracks, That lift the deep upon their backs,
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