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LXVI.

But far the greater Part, with Rage inflam'd,

Dire-mutter'd Curses, and blasphem'd high Jove.
"Ye Sons of Hate! (They bitterly exclaim'd)
"What brought you to this Seat of Peace and Love?
"While with kind Nature, here amid the Grove,
"We pass'd the harmless Sabbath of our Time,
"What to disturb it could, fell Men, emove
"Your barbarous Hearts? Is Happiness a Crime?
"Then do the Fiends of Hell rule in yon Heaven sublime.

LXVII.

"Ye impious Wretches! (quoth the Knight, in Wrath)

"Your Happiness behold!"—Then strait a Wand
He wav'd, an anti-magic Power that hath,
Truth from illusive Falshood to command.
Sudden, the Landskip sinks on every Hand;
The pure quick Streams are marshy Puddles found;
On baleful Heaths the Groves all blacken'd stand;
And, o'er the weedy foul abhorred Ground,
Snakes, Adders, Toads, each loathly Creature crawls around.

LXVIII.