XXIX.

"Or else the lamentable strain disclaim, And give me back the calm, contented mind; Which, late exulting, view'd in Nature's frame, Goodness untainted, wisdom unconfin'd, Grace, grandeur, and utility combin'd. Restore those tranquil days, that saw me still Well pleas'd with all, but most with humankind; When Fancy roam'd through Nature's works at will, Uncheck'd by cold distrust, and uninform'd of ill."