So Ceres, lovely and divine, <br />Eager to see her Proserpine, <br />Blessing the Nations as she pass'd, <br />Reach'd the fell Tyrant's Court at last; <br />Around her shot a Gleam of Light, <br />Diffusing Joy, dispelling Night; <br />And, whilst she gilds the dismal Gloom, <br />The Damn'd a--while forget their Doom; <br />The Danaids no longer fill; <br />And Sisyphus's Stone stood still; <br />Ixion wonders why he strove, <br />With impious Arts, to rival Fove; <br />Grim Pluto smil'd; all Hell look'd gay; <br />Happy, as we were Yesterday.<br /><br />Mary Barber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/written-for-my-son-upon-lady-santry-s-coming-to-school-to-see-her-son-and-getting-the-scholars-a-play-day/
