The Birds thir quire apply; aires, vernal aires,
Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune [ 265 ]
The trembling leaves, while Universal Pan
Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance
Led on th Eternal Spring. Not that faire field
Of Enna, where Proserpin gathering flours
Her self a fairer Floure by gloomie Dis [ 270 ]
Was gatherd, which cost Ceres all that pain
To seek her through the world; nor that sweet Grove
Of Daphne by Orontes, and th inspird
Castalian Spring, might with this Paradise
Of Eden strive; nor that Nyseian Ile [ 275 ]
Girt with the River Triton, where old Cham,
Whom Gentiles Ammon call and Lybian Jove,
Hid Amalthea and her Florid Son
Young Bacchus from his Stepdame Rheas eye;
Nor where Abassin Kings thir issue Guard, [ 280 ]
Mount Amara, though this by som supposd
True Paradise uhe Ethiop Line
By Nilus head, enclosd with shining Rock,
A whole days journy high, but wide remote
From this Assyrian Garden, where the Fiend [ 285 ]
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