‘may be true what I had heard,— Earth ’s a howling wilderness, Truculent with fraud and force,’ Said I, strolling through the pastures, And along the river-side. Caught among the blackberry vines, Feeding on the Ethiops sweet, Pleasant fancies overtook me. I said, ‘What influence me preferred, Elect, to dreams thus beautiful?’ The vines replied, ‘And didst thou deem No wisdom from our berries went?’