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Eden

A learned and a happy ignorance        Divided me      From all the vanity,    From all the sloth, care, pain, and sorrow that advance      The madness and the misery    Of men.

No error, no distraction I    Saw soil the earth, or overcloud the sky.     I knew not that there was a serpent's sting,        Whose poison shed     On men, did overspread   The world; nor did I dream of such a thing     As sin, in which mankind lay dead.   They all were brisk and living wights to me,   Yea, pure and full of immortality.    Joy, pleasure, beauty, kindness, glory, love,       Sleep, day, life, light,     Peace, melody, my sight,   My ears and heart did fill and freely move.     All that I saw did me delight.   The Universe was then a world of treasure,   To me an universal world of pleasure.    Unwelcome penitence was then unknown,       Vain costly toys,     Swearing and roaring boys,   Shops, markets, taverns, coaches, were unshown;     So all things were that drown'd my joys:   No thorns chok'd up my path, nor hid the face   Of bliss and beauty, nor eclips'd the place.    Only what Adam in his first estate,       Did I behold;     Hard silver and dry gold   As yet lay under ground; my blessed fate     Was more acquainted with the old   And innocent delights which he did see   In his original simplicity.    Those things which first his Eden did adorn,       My infancy     Did crown.

Simplicity   Was my protection when I first was born.     Mine eyes those treasures first did see   Which God first made.

The first effects of love   My first enjoyments upon earth did prove;    And were so great, and so divine, so pure;       So fair and sweet,     So true; when I did meet   Them here at first, they did my soul allure,     And drew away my infant feet   Quite from the works of men; that I might see   The glorious wonders of the Deity.

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Thomas Traherne

Thomas Traherne (1636 or 1637 – c. 27 September 1674) was an English poet, clergyman, theologian, and religious writer. The intense, scholarly s…

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