X.
“The swarming Songsters of the careless Grove,
“Ten thousand Throats! that, from the flowering Thorn,
“Hymn their Good God, and carol sweet of Love,
“Such grateful kindly Raptures them emove:
“They neither plough, nor sow; ne, fit for Flail,
“E'er to the Barn the nodding Sheaves they drove;
“Yet theirs each Harvest dancing in the Gale,
“Whatever crowns the Hill, or smiles along the Vale.
XI.
“Of bitter-dropping Sweat, of sweltry Pain,
“Of cares that eat away thy Heart with Gall,
“And vices, an inhuman Train,
“That all proceed from savage Thirst of Gain:
“For when hard-hearted Interest first began
“To poison Earth, Astræa left the Plain;
“Guile, Violence, and Murder seiz'd on Man;
“And, for soft milky Streams, with Blood the Rivers ran.
XII.
