Author Nathaniel Cotton It puzzles much the sages' brains, Where Eden stood of yore; Some place it in Arabia's plains, Some say it is no more. But Cobham can these tales confute. As all the curious know; For he hath prov'd, beyond dispute, That Paradise is Stow. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments