PARADISE
REGAIN'D
.
By
H.
T.
I.
SEEK
not
for
Paradise
with
curious
eye
In
Asiatic
climes
,
where
Tigris'
wave
,
Mix'd
with
Euphrates
in
tumultuous
joy
,
Doth
the
broad
plains
of
Babylonia
lave
.
II
.
'Tis
gone
with
all
its
charms
;
and
like
a
dream
,
Like
Babylon
itself
,
is
swept
away
;
Bestow
one
tear
upon
the
mournful
theme
,
But
let
it
not
thy
gentle
heart
dismay
.
III
.
For
know
where-ever
love
and
virtue
guide
,
They
lead
us
to
a
state
of
heav'nly
bliss
,
Where
joys
unknown
to
guilt
and
shame
preside
,
And
pleasures
unalloy'd
each
hour
increase
.
IV
.
Behold
that
grove
,
whose
waving
boughs
admit
,
Thro'
the
live
colonade
,
the
fruitful
hill
,
A
moving
prospect
with
fat
herds
replete
,
Whose
lowing
voices
all
the
valley
fill
.
V.
There
,
thro'
the
spiry
grass
where
glides
the
brook
,
(
By
yon
tall
poplar
which
erects
its
head
Above
the
verdure
of
the
neighb'ring
oak
,
)
And
gently
murmurs
o'er
th'
adjoining
mead
;
VI
.
Philander
and
Cleora
,
happy
pair
,
Taste
the
cool
breezes
of
the
gentle
wind
;
Their
breasts
from
guilt
,
their
looks
are
free
from
care
,
Sure
index
of
a
calm
contented
mind
.
VII
.
'Tis
here
in
virtuous
lore
the
studious
fair
Informs
her
babes
,
nor
scorns
herself
t'
improve
,
While
in
his
smile
she
lives
,
whose
pleasing
care
Dispenses
knowledge
from
the
lips
of
love
.
VIII
.
No
wild
desires
can
spread
their
poison
here
,
No
discontent
their
peaceful
hours
attend
;
False
joys
,
nor
flatt'ring
hopes
,
nor
servile
fear
,
Their
gentle
minds
with
jarring
passions
rend
.
IX
.
Here
oft
in
pleasing
solitude
they
rove
,
Recounting
o'er
the
deeds
of
former
days
;
With
inward
joy
their
well-spent
time
approve
,
And
feel
a
recompence
beyond
all
praise
.
X.
Or
in
sweet
converse
thro'
the
grove
,
or
near
The
fountain's
brink
,
or
where
the
arbour's
shade
Beats
back
the
heat
,
fair
Virtue's
voice
they
hear
,
More
musical
by
sweet
digressions
made
.
XI
.
With
calm
dependence
ev'ry
good
they
taste
,
Yet
feel
their
neighbours'
wants
with
kind
regret
,
Nor
cheer
themselves
alone
,
(
a
mean
repast
!
)
But
deal
forth
blessings
round
their
happy
seat
.
XII
.
'Tis
to
such
virtue
,
that
the
pow'r
supreme
The
choicest
of
his
blessings
hath
design'd
,
And
shed
them
plenteous
over
ev'ry
clime
,
The
calm
delights
of
an
untainted
mind
.
XIII
.
Ere
yet
the
sad
effects
of
foolish
pride
,
And
mean
ambition
still
employ'd
in
strife
,
And
luxury
did
o'er
the
world
preside
,
Deprav'd
the
taste
,
and
pall'd
the
joys
of
life
.
XIV
.
For
such
the
Spring
,
in
richest
mantle
clad
,
Pours
forth
her
beauties
thro'
the
gay
parterre
;
And
Autumn's
various
bosom
is
o'erspread
With
all
the
blushing
fruits
that
crown
the
year
.
XV.
Such
Summer
tempts
,
in
golden
beams
array'd
,
Which
o'er
the
fields
in
borrow'd
lustre
glow
,
To
meditate
beneath
the
cooling
shade
Their
happy
state
,
and
whence
their
blessings
flow
.
XVI
.
E'en
rugged
Winter
varies
but
their
joy
,
Painting
the
cheek
with
fresh
vermilion-hue
;
And
those
rough
frosts
which
softer
frames
annoy
With
vig'rous
health
their
slack'ning
nerves
renew
.
XVII
.
From
the
dark
bosom
of
the
dappled
Morn
To
Phoebus
shining
with
meridian
light
,
Or
when
mild
Ev'ning
does
the
sky
adorn
,
Or
the
pale
moon
rides
thro'
the
spangled
night
.
XVIII
.
The
varying
scenes
in
ev'ry
virtuous
soul
Each
pleasing
change
with
various
pleasures
bless
,
Raise
cheerful
hopes
,
and
anxious
fears
controul
,
And
form
a
Paradise
of
inward
peace
.