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The Expulsion from Eden

In either hand the hast`ning angel caught
Our ling`ring parents, and to th` eastern gate
Led them direct, and down the cliff as fast
To the subjected plain: then dissapeared.
They looking back, all th` eastern side beheld
Of Paradise, so late their happy seat,
Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate
With dreadful faces thronged and firey arms:
Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon;
The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide:
They hand in hand with wand`ring steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way.

John Milton (1608 - 74)

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