Astraea

"Jove means to settle     Astraea in her seat again,     And let down his golden chain     An age of better metal."     - Ben Johnson 1615     O poet rare and old!     Thy words are prophecies;     Forward the age of gold,     The new Saturnian lies.     The universal prayer     And hope are not in vain;     Rise, brothers! and prepare     The way for Saturn's reign.     Perish shall all which takes     From labor's board and can;     Perish shall all which makes     A spaniel of the man!     Free from its bonds the mind,     The body from the rod;     Broken all chains that bind     The image of our God.     Just men no longer pine     Behind their prison-bars;     Through the rent dungeon shine     The free sun and the stars.     Earth own, at last, untrod     By sect, or caste, or clan,     The fatherhood of God,     The brotherhood of man!     Fraud fail, craft perish, forth     The money-changers driven,     And God's will done on earth,     As now in heaven