While Man exclaims, ‘See all things for my use!’
‘See Man for mine!’ replies a pampered Goose.
And just as short of reason he must fall,
Who thinks all made for one, not one for all.”
He then paints the picture of the “Times of Innocence” of the Past, or rather (as we must take it) of the Future:—
“No murder clothed him, and no murder fed.
In the same temple—the resounding wood—
All vocal beings hymned their equal God.
The shrine, with gore unstained, with gold undrest,
Unbribed, unbloody, stood the blameless priest.