All in rebellion rise?—and tepid Meads,
And Lawns irriguous, and the blooming field,
And Hills, and Vallies, and intangling Woods,
Spurn God's Command and drink forbidden Dew?—
There was a Time, and Poets paint it fair,
(A wild, uncertain, musing, madning Race)
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A Golden Age, when wealth was only Love:
Not even Fancy dreamt a Dream of Care,
The Sward was not—and Desolation slept