And, like the haughty Spoilers of the world,
This keen Destroyer, in his turn, must fall.
"Now from the living pass we once again:
From Age," the Priest continued, "turn your thoughts;
From Age, that often unlamented drops,
And mark that daisied hillock, three spans long![JC]
—Seven lusty Sons sate daily round the board
Of Gold-rill[JD] side; and, when the hope had ceased
Of other progeny, a Daughter then
Was given, the crowning bounty of the whole;