— In all the dewy landscapes of the spring,In the bright eye of Hesper or the morn,In nature's fairest forms, is aught so fairAs virtuous friendship? as the candid blushOf him who strives with fortune to be just?The graceful tear that streams for others' woes?Or the mild majesty of private life,Where peace with ever blooming olive crownsThe gate; where Honour's liberal hands effuseUnenvied treasures, and the snowy wingsOf Innocence and Love protect the scene?- Mark Akenside
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“Is aught so fair” — In all the dewy landscapes of the spring,In the bright eye of Hesper or the morn,In nature’s fairest forms, is aught so fairAs virtuous friendship? as the candid blushOf him who strives with fortune to be just?The graceful tear that streams for others’ woes?Or the mild majesty of private life,Where peace with ever blooming olive crownsThe gate; where Honour’s liberal hands effuseUnenvied treasures, and the snowy wingsOf Innocence and Love protect the scene?– Mark Akenside