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The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - A Prophecy Of Judgment. No. 3. The Golden Age.

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Se fu nel mondo. If men were happy in that age of gold, We yet may hope to see mild Saturn's reign; For all things that were buried live again, By time's revolving cycle forward rolled. Yet this the fox, the wolf, the crow, made bold By fraud and perfidy, deny--in vain: For God that rules, the signs in heaven, the train Of prophets, and all hearts this faith uphold. If thine and mine were banished in good sooth From honour, pleasure, and utility, The world would turn, I ween, to Paradise; Blind love to modest love with open eyes; Cunning and ignorance to living truth; And foul oppression to fraternity.

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