Beschreibung

O Golden Age, whose light is of the dawn,And not of sunset, forward, not behind,Flood the new heavens and earth, and with thee bringAll the old virtues, whatsoever thingsAre pure and honest and of good repute,But add thereto whatever bard has sungOr seer has told of when in trance or dreamThey saw the Happy Isles of prophecy!Let Justice hold her scale, and Truth divideBetween the right and wrong but give the heartThe freedom of its fair inheritance.-Whittier.