God Made Him, Like The Angels, Innocent, And Made A Garden Marvellously Fair, With Arbors Green, Sun-Kissed And Dew-Besprent, And Fruits And Flowers Whose Fragrance Filled The Air; Where Rivers Four Meandered With Delight, And In The Soil Were Gleaming Treasures Laid, Good Gold And Bdellium And The Onyx Bright; And Set Therein The Man Whom He Had Made; And Proved To Him By Sad Experience That Not In Bowers Of Indolence, Supine On Beds Of Ease, Could Ev'N Omnipotence Work Out In Man His Last And Best Design; And In Great Love And Wisdom Drove Him Thence, And Cursed Him With A Blessing Most Benign.