The Birth of Virtue

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The Birth of Virtue

When, long ago, the young world circling flew

Through wider reaches of a richer blue,

New-eyed, the men and maids saw, manifest,

The thoughts untold in one another’s breast⁠—

Each wish displayed, and every passion learned;

A look revealed them as a look discerned.

But sating Time with clouds o’ercast their eyes;

Desire was hidden, and the lips framed lies.

A goddess then, emerging from the dust,

Fair Virtue rose, the daughter of Distrust.