The trees in the Satya Yuga are large and tall in proportion to the height of men, which is 21 cubits. They are overladen with sweetest and juiciest fruits. All kinds of corn grow wild and abundantly without any tending or cultivation. The whole earth is a natural garden, orchard and granary for all created beings to enjoy and draw sustenance from when needed. Here I quote a poem written under inspiration after seeing a trance-vision of the Golden Age, by one of my students, Miss Rose R. Anthon: Palpitating with love, Like a mother's breast, As she views her babe As it sinks to rest. Like a million bees Throbbing with life, Each cell a world In the citied hive. This was the land I slept to see, The land my dream Unfolded to me. Here Love did reign, Love life did greet, Life crowned with love The heart did meet. Here wondrous song The birds did sing, And oh the echoes The skies did ring! And oh the peace The heart did know! And oh the lack Of haunting woe! Here man commune With God did hold, The doe run abreast With the lion bold. The hawk and the dove Shared one nest; The lamb and leopard Suckled one breast. The tender nurslings, The soft young things, Eager their minds, Like outspread wings. The flowers nodded Their faces fair; Sunbeams embraced The perfumed air. Little children With Nature grew; Skies overhead, 'Neath feet the dew. The happy youth The maid did woo. Free as the stars The moon did view. With joy I beheld, In this sweet land Unspoilt was love By sin's hot hand. With knots of guile The heart did bind. No souring doubts Disturbed the mind. Here livid hate No place did hold; Jackal and calf Entered one fold. Nor envy's sneer Belined the face. Nor fiery lust Filched beauty's grace. But rayed with peace Was every eye, And all unknown Was panting sigh. In every heart Was Love enthroned, And every voice Had Hope entoned. Such was the land I slept to see. The land my dream Unfolded to me. SECTION VI. THE SILVER AGE.