Nor war, or battle's sound / Was heard the world around.

The brazen throat of war had ceased to roar, / All now was turned to jollity and game,/ To luxury and riot, feast and dance.

Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; / The world was all before them, where to choose / Their place of rest, and Providence their guide: / They hand in hand with wandering steps and slow / Through Eden took their solitary way.

Assuredly we bring not innocence not the world, we bring impurity much rather: that which purifies us is trial, and trial is by what is contrary.

Ten days that shook the world.

Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe