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Patrick Tait Poem on the creation of the world… (1751)

But Adam all this while is yet alone,
In all the World his Equal there was none;
While every other Creature has its Mate,
Of Adam's Kind there's none for him to get:
The intelligent excellent human Nature
Extends but yet unto one single Creature,
The spacious Universe is so large, that he
The Inhabitant of it alone should be:
The numerous Angels neither must they so,
While they're above, despise Man that's below,
While solitary he alone doth go.
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Patrick Tait Poem on the creation of the world… (1751)

At once to him his Maker did impart
Life, and did plant his Image in his Heart:
And now this Creature he is to be found
To stand upright and walk upon the Ground:
His Form of Body so erect and even,
There's not his Mate, nor like below the Heav'n;
While all the Beasts did downward cast an Eye,
Man's lofty Looks was to the Heavens high,
To shew that there his Happiness did ly.
Such Majesty did in his Looks appear,
Did strike all Creatures with a Dread or Fear:
This last made Creature God did honour more
Than all the Creatures made on Earth before.
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Patrick Tait Poem on the creation of the world… (1751)

With what a Face would Eden then appear!
Then Man might say, 'tis good for to be here.
Thus Eden was of all the whole Creation
A Place most fit for divine Contemplation;
And for Enjoyments of a natural Kind,
The World its Equal never yet could find:
Rivers of Pleasures pure without Alloy,
Did Adam in this Place and State enjoy;
For when he did his Maker's Image bear,
He from no Airth then needed Danger fear.
Then by all Creatures Adam was ador'd,
They all paid Homage to him as their Lord.
As the Result of Holiness it flow'd,
The Happiness on Adam was bestow'd
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