Yea, the very cattle in the field, and hungry prowlers of the forest
With fawning homage greeted her, as Beauty glided by.
A welcome guest unbidden, she is dear to every hearth;
A glad spontaneous growth of friends is springing round her rest:
Learning sitteth at her feet, and Idleness laboureth to please her,
Folly hath flung aside his bells, and leaden Dulness gloweth;
Prudence is rash in her defence; Frugality filleth her with riches;
Despair came to her for counsel; and Bereavement was glad when she consoled;
Justice putteth up his sword at the tear of supplicating beauty,
And Mercy, with indulgent haste, hath pardoned beauty's sin.