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Rh A true community—a genuine frame

Of many into one incorporate.

That must be looked for here: paternal sway,

One household, under God, for high and low,

One family and one mansion; to themselves

Appropriate, and divided from the world,

As if it were a cave, a multitude

Human and brute, possessors undisturbed

Of this Recess—their legislative Hall,

Their Temple, and their glorious Dwelling-place.

Dismissing therefore all Arcadian dreams,

All golden fancies of the golden age,

The bright array of shadowy thoughts from times

That were before all time, or are to be

Ere time expire, the pageantry that stirs

Or will be stirring, when our eyes are fixed