A Short Retirement Urges A Sweet Return.

So May'st Thou Live, Till Like Ripe Fruit Thou Drop Into Thy Mother's Lap.

Who Would Not, Finding Way, Break Loose From Hell, . . . . And Boldly Venture To Whatever Place Farthest From Pain?

So He With Difficulty And Labour Hard Mov'd On, With Difficulty And Labour He.

These Two Imparadised In One Another's Arms, The Happier Eden, Shall Enjoy Their Fill Of Bliss On Bliss.

So Spake The Seraph Abdiel, Faithful Found; Among The Faithless, Faithful Only He.