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Book iv

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As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore. Or if I would delight my private hours With music or with poem, where so soon As in our native language can I find That solace?

_Paradise Regained. Book iv . Line 330._

Till morning fair Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray.

_Paradise Regained.