Pride then was not; nor Arts, that Pride to aid;
Man walk'd with beast, joint tenant of the shade;
The same his table, and the same his bed;
No murder cloath'd him, and no murder fed.
In the same temple, the resounding wood,
All vocal beings hymn'd their equal God;
The shrine with gore unstain'd, with gold undrest;
Unbrib'd, unbloody, stood the blameless priest;
Heav'n's attribute was universal care,
And Man's prerogative to rule, but spare.