"Relics of a former world!
       Medals of Creation’s birth!
Ere Hist’ry her page unroll’d,
       Or man was tenant of the earth;
Say, in those early days of Time
       Did Angel spirits dwell below?
And free from passion, pain, and crime,
       In this terrestrial Eden grow?
’Mid groves of Palms, and spicy bow’rs,
       Whose verdure never knew decay,
And blooming with perpetual flow’rs,
       Gave out their sweets eternally;
Did those Celestials love, and live,
       And quaff eternal happiness;
Enjoying all this world can give,
       But free from man’s infirmities?
Or was the Earth, as now, th’abode
       Of Beings doom’d like me to err,
Whose path-way to the throne of God,
       Led through the gloomy sepulchre?
We seek in vain from ye to know,
       Relics of Ages long gone by!
Enough! Whate’er man’s fate below
       He’ll live in bliss beyond the sky!
Yes! Man, the erring child of Heav’n,
       Tho’ toss’d on this life’s troubled sea,
His failings, and his sins forgiv’n,
       Shall rise in Immortality!"
      --Gideon Mantell via @aestallings.bsky.social
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