The Return of the Golden Age

Wherefore that Golden Age regretWhen love alone was Lord of all?Let us love faithfully and yetWe may that Golden Age recall.Let love resume his ancient reign,The Golden Age returns again.

The flowers that in the fields are seenBloom brightly as they bloomed before,The rose is still the garden's queen,The birds sing as they sang of yore.Let love resume, &c.

Still in the springtime PhilomelRenews her unforgotten strain;The streams in happy murmurs tellOf love and love's delightful pain.Let love resume, &c.

Zephyr, filled with the ancient fire,As eagerly doth Flora court;The bee yet shews his old desireWith lilies in the mom to sport.While love is present in the heartThe Golden Age can ne'er depart.