Canto V

This Iron Age (so fraudulent and bold!)Touch'd with this love, would be an Age of Gold;Not, as they feign'd, that oaks should honey drop,Or land neglected bear an unsown crop;Love would make all things easy, safe, and cheap;None for himself would either sow or reap;Our ready help, and mutual love, would yieldA nobler harvest than the richest field.Famine and death, confined to certain parts,Extended are by barrenness of hearts.Some pine for want where others surfeit now;But then we should the use of plenty know.Love would betwixt the rich and needy stand,And spread heaven's bounty with an equal hand;At once the givers and receivers bless,Increase their joy, and make their suff'ring less.Who for Himself no miracle would make,Dispensed with sev'ral for the people's sake;He that, long fasting, would no wonder show,Made loaves and fishes, as they ate them, grow.Of all His power, which boundless was above,Here He used none but to express His love;And such a love would make our joy exceed,Not when our own, but other mouths we feed.

Laws would be useless which rude nature awe;Love, changing nature, would prevent the law;Tigers and lions into dens we thrust,But milder creatures with their freedom trust.Devils are chain'd, and tremble; but the SpouseNo force but love, nor bond but bounty, knows.Men (whom we now so fierce and dangerous see)Would guardian angels to each other be;Such wonders can this mighty love perform,Vultures to doves, wolves into lambs transform!Love what Isaiah prophesied can do,Exalt the valleys, lay the mountains low,Humble the lofty, the dejected raise,Smooth and make straight our rough and crooked ways.Love, strong as death, and like it, levels all;With that possess'd, the great in title fall;Themselves esteem but equal to the least,Whom Heaven with that high character has bless'd.This love, the centre of our union, canAlone bestow complete repose on man;Tame his wild appetite, make inward peace,And foreign strife among the nations cease.No martial trumpet should disturb our rest,Nor princes arm, though to subdue the East,Where for the tomb so many heroes (taughtBy those that guided their devotion) fought.Thrice happy we, could we like ardour haveTo gain His love, as they to win His grave!Love as He loved! A love so unconfined,With arms extended, would embrace mankind.Self-love would cease, or be dilated, whenWe should behold as many selfs as men;All of one family, in blood allied,His precious blood, that for our ransom died.