O Golden Age whose light is of the dawn And not of sunset forward not behind Flood the new heavens and earth and with thee bring All the old virtues whatsoever things Are pure and honest and of good repute But add thereto whatever bard has sung Or seer has told of when in trance or dream They saw the Happy Isles of prophecy! Let Justice hold her scale and Truth divide Between the right and wrong; but give the heart The freedom of its fair inheritance." Whittier.