The Castle of Indolence.
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XLVIII.
Rise to new Light, and beam afresh the Days
Of Innocence, Simplicity, and Truth;
To Cares estrang'd, and Manhood's thorny Ways.
What Transport! To retrace our boyish Plays,
Our easy Bliss, when each Thing Joy supply'd:
The Woods, the Mountains, and the warbling Maze
Of the wild Brooks———But, fondly wandering wide,
My Muse, resume the Task that yet doth thee abide.
XLIX.
In a huge crystal magic Globe to spy,
Still as you turn'd it, all Things that do pass
Upon this Ant-Hill Earth; where constantly
Of Idly-busy Men the restless Fry
Run bustling too and fro with foolish Haste,
In search of Pleasures vain, that from them fly;
Or which, obtain'd the Caitiffs dare not taste:
When nothing is enjoy'd, can there be greater Waste?
L.