Classic Poem

'Twould like the blest Millennium prove,
That Prototype of Joys above,
Where Truth th' Ascendant still shall gain,
Justice shall triumph, Virtue reign:
Where having view'd each other's Heart,
And found them void of Fraud and Art,
Free from Avarice, free from Hate,
Sincerely good, and firm as Fate,
We shall our Souls in one combine,
Shall join them with a Knot Divine,
A Knot so closely, strongly ty'd,
That nothing shall the Bond divide;
And that it may be sure to last,
Love, with a Smile, shall bind it fast:
Where we shall equal Plenty have,
None be poor, nor none a Slave;
None shall wrong, nor none complain,
A peaceful Temper there shall reign.
The tender Lamb and Wolf shall play,
The Kids among the Lions stray;
The lowing Herds with Bears shall feed,
No Guardians no Protectors need;
So mild, so gentle shall they prove,
They at a Child's Command shall move;
Their little Leader, pleas'd, obey,
And follow where he leads the Way.
Weak Infants shall with Serpents sport,
Unhurt, shall to their Dens resort.
None there shall any Mischief do,
None there their native Fierceness shew.
Goodness Divine shall there abound,
And Mercy spread it self around,
Shall every where it self display,
Into each Breast it self convey:
Delights so pure, intense, and strong,
Shall fill their Minds, and swell their Song,
That they'll their Thousand Years employ,
In one Extatick Now of Joy.