Wesley Corpus

The rage of Arctos and eternal frost. 15. And it will then contain no jarring or destructive principles within its own bosom. It will no more have any of those violent convulsions in its own bowels. It will no more be shaken or torn asunder by the impetuous force of earthquakes; and will, therefore need neither Vesuvius nor Etna, nor any burning mountains to prevent them. There will be no more horrid rocks or frightful precipices; no wild deserts, or barren sands; no impassable morasses, or unfruitful bogs, to swallow up the unwary traveller. There will, doubtless, be inequalities on the surface of the earth, which are not blemishes, but beauties. For though I will not affirm, that Earth hath this variety from heaven, Of pleasure situate in hill and dale; yet I cannot think gently-rising hills will be any defect, but an ornament, of the new-made earth. And doubtless we shall then likewise have occasion to say, -- Lo, there his wondrous skill arrays The fields in cheerful green! thousand herbs his hand displays, A thousand flower between! 16. And what will the general produce of the earth be Not thorns, briers, or thistles; not any useless or fetid weed; not any poisonous, hurtful, or unpleasant plant; but every one that can be conducive, in anywise, either to our use or pleasure. How far beyond all that the most lively imagination is now able to conceive! We shall no more regret the loss of the terrestrial Paradise, or sigh at that well-devised description of our great Poet: -- Then shall this mount Of Paradise, by might of waves, be moved Out of his place, push'd by the horned flood, With all its verdure spoil'd and trees adrift, Down the great river to the opening gulf, And there take root, an island salt and bare! For all the earth shall then be a more beautiful Paradise than Adam ever saw.