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The force of fire ascended first on high,
part in earth are swallow'd up, the moft
And as five zones th' ætherial regions bind, Five, correspondent, are to earth affign'd: The sun with rays, directly darting down, Fires all beneath, and fries the middle zone :
The two beneath the distant poles complain
[fear, And thunder's voice, which wretched mortals And winds that on their wings cold winter bear.) Nor were those bluftring brethren left at large, On seas and shores their fury to discharge : Bound as they are, and circumscrib'd in place, They rend the world, resistless, where they pass ; And mighty marks of mischief leave behind; Such is the
rage of their tempestuous kind. First Eurus to the rising morn is sent, (The regions of the balmy continent) And Eastern realms, where early Persians run, To greet the blest appearance of the sun. Westward the wanton Zephyr wings his flight, Pleas'd with the remnants of departing light: Fierce Boreas with his offspring issues forth,
invade the frozen waggon of the North.
While frowning Auster seeks the southern sphere, And rots, with endless rain, th’ unwholsome year.
High o'er the clouds, and empty realms of wind, The God a clearer space for heav'n design'd; Where fields of light, and liquid æther flow, Purg'd from the pond'rous dregs of earth below. Scarce had the pow'r distinguish'd these, when
straight The stars no longer overlaid with weight, Exert their heads from underneath the mass, And upward shoot, and kindle as they pass, And with diffusive light adorn the heav’nly place. Then, ev'ry void of nature to supply, With forms of Gods he fills the vacant sky: New herds of beasts he sends, the plains to share; New colonies of birds, to people air ; And to their oozy beds the finny fish repair. . A creature of a more exalted kind Was wanting yet, and then was man design'd: Conscious of thought, of more capacious breaft, For empire form’d, and fit to rule the rest : Whether with particles of heav'nly fire The God of nature did his soul inspire ; Or earth, but new divided from the sky, And pliant still, retain'd th’ ætherial energy :
Which wise Prometheus temper'd into paste,
THE GOLDEN AGE.
Thegolden age was first ; when man, yet new, No rule but uncorrupted reason knew ; And, with a native bent, did good pursue. Unforc'd by punishment, unaw'd by fear, His words were simple, and his soul fincere : Needless was written-law, where none opprest; The law of man was written in his breast: No suppliant crowds before the judge appear'd ; No court erected yet, nor cause was heard ; But all was safe, for conscience was their guard. The mountain-trees in distant prospect please, Ere yet the pine descended to the seas; Ere fails were spread, new oceans to explore ; And happy mortals, unconcern'd for more, Confind their wishes to their native shore.
No walls were yet, nor fence, nor mote, nor
mound; Nor drum was heard, nor trumpet's angry found : Norswords were forg’d; but, void of care and crime, The soft creation slept away their time. The teeming earth, yet guiltless of the plough, And unprovok'd, did fruitful stores allow : Content with food, which nature freely bred, On wildings and on strawberries they fed; Cornels and bramble-berries gave the rest, And falling acorns furnish'd out a feast. The flow'rs unsown in fields and meadows reign'd; And western winds immortal spring maintain'd. In following years the bearded corn ensu'd From earth unalk'd, nor was that earth renew'd. From veins of vallies milk and nectar broke; And honey sweating thro the pores of oak.
THE SILVER AGE.
But when good Saturn banish'd from above, Was driv'n to hell, the world was under Jove. Succeeding times a silver