“Now the gilded car of day His golden axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream, And the slope Sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing towards the other goal Of his chamber in the east.” […] She thus becomes that “bountiful daughter of Heaven” who, as Schiller sings in his “Lay of the Bell:”                                                         “Of old Called the wild man from waste and wold, And, in his hut thy presence stealing, Roused each familiar household feeling;     And, best of all happy ties, The centre of the social band — The Instinct of the Father-land!” […] since doubts and fears,     Those phantom-shapes that haunt and blight the earth, Had come ’twixt her, a child of sin and tears,     And that bright spirit of immortal birth; Until her pining soul and weeping eyes Had learned to seek him only in the skies; Till wings unto the weary heart were given, And she became Love’s angel bride in heaven.” […] On imploring the aid of the gods, they received the following response:                           “From the fane depart, And veil your heads, and loose your girded clothes, And cast behind you your great parent’s bones!”

Ovid thus describes the days of innocence: “The Golden Age was first, when man, yet new, No rule but uncorrupted reason knew, And, with a native bent did good pursue. […] Nor was the ground alone required to bear Her annual income to the crooked share, But greedy mortals, rummaging her store, Digged from her entrails first the precious ore (Which next to hell the prudent gods had laid,) And that alluring ill to sight displayed. Thus cursed steel, and more accursed gold, Gave mischief birth, and made that mischief bold: And double death did wretched man invade, By steel assaulted, and by gold betrayed.” […] ………………………… I knew before That I must die, though thou had’st ne’er proclaimed it, And if I perish ere th’ allotted term, I deem that death a blessing. […] And should you leeks or onions eat, no time Would expiate the sacrilegious crime.