There were no wars--for there were no different nations.

All the inhabitants were like one vast family; they worked for one another, and vied with each other in paying homage to those of the loftiest genius among them.

They had one supreme Monarch to whom they all rendered glad obedience; and he was a Poet, ready to sacrifice his throne with joy as soon as his people should discover a greater than he.

For they all loved not the artist but the Art; and selfishness was a vice unknown.

Here, none loved or were wedded save those who had spiritual sympathies, and here, too, no creature existed who did not believe in and worship the Creator.