John Milton,
Paradise Lost (1674) — Book IV
(1674)
“ Thou also madest the night, Maker Omnipotent, and thou the day, Which we, in our appointed work employed, 725Have finished, happy in our mutual help And mutual love, the crown of all our bliss Ordained by thee; and this delicious place For us too large, where thy abundance wants Partakers, and uncropt falls to the ground. 730But thou hast promised from us two a race To fill the earth, who shall with us extol Thy goodness infinite, both when we wake, And when we seek, as now, thy gift of sleep. ”
