The Golden Age.
WHen from each Thought a seed did spring,
And every Look a plant did bring,
And every Breath a flower;
The Earth unplough'd did yield her crop,
And honey from the Oak did drop,
The Fountains did run milk:
The Thistle did the Lilly bear,
And every Bramble Roses wear,
And every Worm made Silk.
The very Shrub did Balsom sweat,
And Nectar melt the Rock with heat,
And Earth did drink her fill:
Then she no hurtful weed did know,
Nor barren Fern, nor Mandrake low,
Nor Mineral to kill.
The Male and Female us'd to join,
And into all delight did coin,
That pure simplicity:
Then Feature did to Form advance,
And Youth call'd Beauty forth to dance,
And every Grace was by.
It was a time of no distrust,