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The world’s great age begins anew, 
The golden years return, 
The earth doth like a snake renew 
Her winter weeds outworn: 
Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam 
Like wrecks of a dissolving dream. 
A brighter Hellas rears its mountains 
From waves serener far; 
A new Penei^B rolls its fountains 
Against the morning-star. 
Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep 
Young Cyclads, on a sunnier deep; 
A loftier Argos cleaves the main, 
Fraught with a later prize; 
Another Orpheus sings again, 
And loves, and weeps, and dies. 
A new Ulysses leaves once more 
Calypso for his native shore. 
Oh, write no more the tale of Troy, 
If earth Death’s scroll must be 1 
Nor mix with Laian rage the joy 
Which dawns upon the free: 
Although a subtile sphinx renew 
Biddles of death Thebes never knew, 
Another Athens shall arise, 
And to remoter time 
Bequeath, like sunset to the skies, 
The splendour of its prime; 
And leave, if naught so bright may live, 
All earth can take or heaven can give. 
Saturn and Love their long repose 
Shall burst, more wise and good 
