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AMYNTAS.
But if distemper hath impaired his sight,
Bright Sol directs him with fallacious light;
He sees a robber in the rustling spray,
And for a wolf mistakes his faithful Tray.

CHORUS.
Simple and happy age of gold! thy praise
We make not now the subject of our lays;
Because when the young world was blessed with thee,
Milk flowed in streams, and honey from the tree.
We praise thee not, that earth her fruits, and grain
Bestowed without the labour of the swain:
That never heedless boy the serpent stung,
Never o'er melancholy mortals hung
The gloomy cloud; but Æther, ever clear,
And Zephyr, gave an equal, smiling year:

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