When earth's fruitful plenty came Once in the day, at eventide, They ate earth's fruits, and nought beside; Steel that struck, or wound that well'd. Won not worship for their ill; All would then have loathed them sore: O that this could be once more! O that God would now on earth For that ever still it burns Woe! that ever should have been Alfred and Boethius get nearer together in this ode, which is not wonderful, as there is very little to draw out the wise thoughtfulness of Alfred's mind. Accordingly, he cared not to suffer his harp to make digressions: it is merely a contrast between the golden age and the age of gold. All know too well, abroad or near at home, 189 He gave the word of old to wrap in flame And, once it happened, at a certain hour, Still, even he so ruled this middle earth Far as the land hath air and sea for girth, Far as the sea surrounds all men and things, The seats of warriors and the thrones of kings, That from the South and East and furthest West And Earth's high head-land reaching northernest, All to this Nero willing worship gave, And every chief by force became his slave, Till 'twas his game,when pride had puff'd his mind, To hunt and kill the kings of human-kind. But thinkest thou that God's all holy might Could not with ease this haughty sinner smite, And scathe his pride, and drive him from the helm, Or quench his guilt, and so berid the realm ? O that he would, as well he might with ease, Ever forbid such wrongful works as these! Woe, that this lord should cast so heavy a yoke On all men's necks, both thanes and serving folk, |