But Now My Task Is Smoothly Done,

Come To The Sunset Tree! The Day Is Past And Gone; The Woodman's Axe Lies Free, And The Reaper's Work Is Done.

Farewell Happy Fields, Where Joy Forever Dwells: Hail, Horrors, Hail.

My Heart Contains Of Good, Wise, Just, The Perfect Shape.

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

They, Looking Back, All The Eastern Side Beheld Of Paradise, So Late Their Happy Seat, Waved Over By That Flaming Brand, The Gate With Dreadful Faces Thronged And Fiery Arms: 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.