They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld<br />Of Paradise, so late their happy seat,<br />Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate<br />With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms:<br />Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon;<br />The world was all before them, where to choose<br />Their place of rest, and Providence their guide;<br />They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow,<br />Through Eden took their solitary way.