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And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool
Thus all day long the full-distended clouds Indulge their genial stores, and well-shower'd earth Is deep enrich'd with vegetable life; Till in the western sky, the downward fun Looks out, effulgent, from amid the Aush
190 Of broken clouds, gay-shifting to his beam. The rapid radiante instantaneous strikes Th' illumin'd mountain, thro' the forest streams, Shakes on the floods, and in a yellow mist, Far smoaking o'er th’ interminable plain, 195 În twinkling myriads lights the dewy gems,
Moist, bright, and green, the landskip laughs around.
210 The various twine of light, by thee disclos'd From the white mingling maze.
Not so the boy;
Rais'd thro' ten thousand different plastic tubes, 220 The balmy treasures of the former day.
Then spring the living herbs, profusely wild,
But who their virtues can declare? who pierce, With vision pure, into these secret stores
235 Of health, and life, and joy? the food of Man, While yet he liv'd in innocence, and told A length of golden years ; unfeth'd in blood, A stranger to the favage arts of life, Death, rapine, carnage, surfeit, and disease; 240 The lord, and not the tyrant, of the world.
The first fresh dawn then wak'd the gladdened race Of uncorrupted Man, nor blush'd to see The sluggard sleep beneath its sacred beam : For their light slumbers gently fum'd away; 245 And up they rose as vigorous as the sun, Or to the culture of the willing glebe, Or to the cheerful tendance of the flock. Meantime the song went round; and dance and sport, Wisdom and friendly talk, fucceffive, stole 250 Their hours away: while in the rosy vale Love breath'd his infant fighs, from anguish free, And full replete with bliss ; fave the sweet pain, That, inly thrilling, but exalts it more. Nor yet injurious act, nor surly deed,
255 Was known among those happy sons of HEAVEN ; For reason and benevolence were law. Harmonious Nature too look'd smiling on. Clear shone the skies, coold with eternal gales, And balmy spirit all. The youthful sun 260 Shot his best rays, and still the gracious clouds Drop'd fatness down ; as o'er the swelling mead, The herds and Aocks, commixing, play'd secure. This when, emergent from the gloomy, wood, The glaring lion law, his horrid heart
Was meekened, and he join'd his sullen joy.
But now those white unblemish'd manners, whence The fabling poets took their golden age, Are found no more amid these iron times, These dregs of life! Now the distemper'd mind 275 Has lost that concord of harmonious powers, Which forms the soul of happiness; and all Is off the poise, within : the passions all Have burft their bounds; and reason half extinct, Or impotent, or else approving, fees
280 The foul disorder. Senseless, and deform’d, Convulfive anger storms at large; or pale, And filent, settles into fell revenge. Base envy
withers at another's joy, And hates that excellence it cannot reach. 285 Desponding fear, of feeble fancies full, Weak and unmanly, loosens every power. Even love itself is bitterness of soul,