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Rh With act intelligential; but his sleep 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. 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, 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