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Wherefore that Golden Age regret When love alone was Lord of all? Let us love faithfully and yet We may that Golden Age recall. Let love resume his ancient reign, The Golden Age returns again.

The flowers that in the fields are seen Bloom brightly as they bloomed before, The rose is still the garden's queen, The birds sing as they sang of yore. Let love resume, &c.

Still in the springtime Philomel Renews her unforgotten strain; The streams in happy murmurs tell Of love and love's delightful pain. Let love resume, &c.

Zephyr, filled with the ancient fire, As eagerly doth Flora court; The bee yet shews his old desire With lilies in the mom to sport. While love is present in the heart The Golden Age can ne'er depart. Rh