Have gently exercised a melting power;
Then will a vernal prospect greet your eye,
All fresh and beautiful, and green and bright,
Hopeful and cheerful:—vanished is the pall
That overspread and chilled the sacred turf,
Vanished or hidden;[469] and the whole domain,
To some, too lightly minded, might appear
A meadow carpet for the dancing hours.[GP]
—This contrast, not unsuitable to life,
Is to that other state more apposite,