Normale Version: Eden
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No relevation hath withdrawn the veil
That God hath deigned to cast o'er Eden's bowers.
How many generations of sweet flowers
Young Eve beheld, before the Serpent's trail

Through the long alleys winded fraught with bale,
No tongue hath told, no wit of man divined: -
The blessed twain, the sole of human kind
Dreamed not that love or life could ever fail.

But Eden as an isle by God exempted
From sin or stain, a spot of special grace;
Age upon age, ere mother Eve was tempted,

Heaped world on world and bony race on race: -
What was it all to Adam or his wife?
'Tis from their day of sin we date their life.