With aught, as more desirable and fair,
Devised by fancy for the golden age;
Or the perpetual warbling that prevails
In Arcady,[DE] beneath unaltered skies,
Through the long year in constant quiet bound,
Night hushed as night, and day serene as day!'
—But why this tedious record?—Age, we know,
Is garrulous; and solitude is apt
To anticipate the privilege of Age.
From far ye come; and surely with a hope