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BOOK XII.
423
Of Paradise, so late their happy seat,
Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate
With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms.
Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon;
The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Province their guide.
They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way.
THE END.
