Resplendent shone; but all they, who unblam'd
Dwelt in thy dwellings, call thee Happiness.355
Ah! why uninjurd and unprofited
Should multitudes against their brethren rush?
Why sow they guilt, still reaping misery!
Lenient of care, thy songs, O Peace! are sweet,
As after showers the perfum'd gale of Eve,360
That plays around the sick man's throbbing temples;
And gay thy grassy altar pil'd with fruits.
But boasts the shrine of Daemon War one charm?
Save that with many an orgie strange and foul
Dancing around with interwoven arms365
The Maniac Suicide and Giant Murder
Exult in their fierce union! I am sad,
And know not why the simple Peasants croud
Beneath the Chieftain's standard!" Thus the Maid.
To her the tutelary Spirit reply'd,370
"When Luxury and Lust's exhausted stores
No more can rouse the appetites of Kings;
When the low Flattery of their reptile Lords
"Falls
