The Golden Age
When gods alike and mortals rose to birth,
A golden race th' immortals form'd on earth
Of many-languag'd men: they liv'd of old,
When Saturn reign'd in heaven—an age of gold.
Like gods they liv'd, with calm untroubled mind,
Free from the toil and anguish of our kind.
Nor sad decrepid age approaching nigh
Their limbs mishap'd with swoln deformity.
Strangers to ill, they Nature's banquets prov'd,
Rich in Earth's fruits, and of the blest belov'd:
They sank to death, as opiate slumber stole
Soft o'er the sense, and whelm'd the willing soul.
Theirs was each good: the grain-exuberant soil
Pour'd the full harvest, uncompell'd by toil:
The virtuous many dwelt in common blest,
And all unenvying shar'd what all in peace possess'd.
A golden race th' immortals form'd on earth
Of many-languag'd men: they liv'd of old,
When Saturn reign'd in heaven—an age of gold.
Like gods they liv'd, with calm untroubled mind,
Free from the toil and anguish of our kind.
Nor sad decrepid age approaching nigh
Their limbs mishap'd with swoln deformity.
Strangers to ill, they Nature's banquets prov'd,
Rich in Earth's fruits, and of the blest belov'd:
They sank to death, as opiate slumber stole
Soft o'er the sense, and whelm'd the willing soul.
Theirs was each good: the grain-exuberant soil
Pour'd the full harvest, uncompell'd by toil:
The virtuous many dwelt in common blest,
And all unenvying shar'd what all in peace possess'd.
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