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.