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BOOK IX.

With act intelligential; but his sleep 190
Disturbed not, waiting close the approach of morn.
Now, when as sacred light began to dawn,
In Eden, on the humid flowers, that breathed
Their morning incense, when all things that breathe,
From the Earth's great altar, send up silent praise
To the Creator, and his nostrils fill
With grateful smell, forth came the human pair,
And joined their vocal worship to the quire
Of creatures wanting voice; that done, partake
The season, prime for sweetest sents and airs. 200
Then commune, how that day they best may ply
Their growing work; for much their work outgrew
The hands' dispatch of two, gardening so wide,
And Eve first to her husband thus began:
"Adam, well may we labor still to dress
This garden, still to tend plant, herb, and flower,
Our pleasant task enjoined; but, till more hands
Aid us, the work under our labor grows,
Luxurious by restraint; what we by day
Lop overgrown, or prune, or prop, or bind, 210
One night or two with wanton growth derides,
Tending to wild. Thou therefore now advise,
Or hear what to my mind first thoughts present.—
Let us divide our labors; thou, where choice
Leads thee, or where most needs, whether to wind