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Rh The moon's full orb with wandering stars begirt, The far-effulgent glory of the sky! And is it growing old, this structure vast, Doomed to return to groping nothingness? Then must that final doomsday be at hand, That shall by heaven's fall o'erwhelm a race So impious, that thus the world may see A newer race of men, a better stock, Which once the golden reign of Saturn knew. Then virgin Justice, holy child of heaven, In mercy ruled the world; the race of men Knew naught of war, the trumpet's savage blare, The clang of arms; not yet were cities hedged With ponderous walls; the way was free to all, And free to all the use of everything. The earth, untilled, spread wide her fertile lap, The happy mother of a pious stock. Then rose another race of sterner mold; Another yet to curious arts inclined, But pious still; a fourth of restless mood, Which lusted to pursue the savage beasts, To draw the fishes from their sheltering waves With net or slender pole, to snare the birds, To force the headstrong bullocks to endure The bondage of the yoke, to plow the earth Which never yet had felt the share's deep wound, And which in pain and grief now hid her fruits Within her sacred bosom's safer hold. Now deep within the bowels of the earth Did that debased, unfilial age intrude; And thence it dug the deadly iron and gold, And soon it armed its savage hands for war. It fixed the bounds of realms, constructed towns, Fought for its own abodes, or threat'ning strove To plunder those of others as a prize. Then did abandoned Justice, heavenly maid, In terror flee the earth, the bestial ways Of men, their hands with bloody slaughter stained, And, fixed in heaven, now shines among the stars.