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For God is also in sleep, and dreams advise

what if thy son, retort,
"Wherefore didst thou beget me? I sought it not"

Thus they in mutual accusation spent
The fruitless hours, but neither self-condemning

In Paradise, of operation blessed
To sapience, hitherto obscured

But with such gardening tools

The serpent: him fast sleeping soon he found
In labyrinth of many a round self rolled

lest the enemy, of whom they were forewarned [??]

in the east Of Eden planted

Of Demogorgon