I ask not why he did remove
To happy Mamre's holy grove,
Leaving the cities of the plain
To Lot and his successless train?
All various lusts in cities still
Are found; they are the thrones of ill;
The dismal sinks, where blood is spill'd,
Cages with much uncleanness fill'd:
But rural shades are the sweet sense126126May probably be fence
Of piety and innocence;
They are the meek's calm region, where
Angels descend, and rule the sphere;
Where Heaven lies leiguer127127leiguer, (for lieger), at rest; or (by Confusion with leaguer), encamped, and the Dove
Duly as dew comes from above.
If Eden be on Earth at all,
'Tis that which we the country call.