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While this immortal ſpark of heavenly flame,
Diſtends my breaſt, and animates my frame,
To thee my ardent praiſes ſhall be born,
On the firſt breeze, that wakes the bluſhing morn:
The lateſt liar ſhall hear the pleaſing ſound,
And nature, in full choir ſhall join around!
When full of thee, my ſoul excurſive flies,
Thro’ earth, air, ocean or thy regal ſkies,
From world, to world, new wonders ſtill I find!
And all the Godhead burſts upon my mind!
When, wing’d with whirlwinds, vice ſhall take flight,
To the wide boſom of eternal night,
To thee my ſoul ſhall endleſs praiſes pay;
Join! men and angels! join th’ exalted day!
Aſſign’d a province to each rolling ſphere,
And taught the ſun to regulate the year.
At his command wide hov’ring o’er the plain,
Primæval night reſumes her gloomy reign.
Then from their dens impatient of delay,
The ſavage monſters bend their ſpeedy way,
Howl thro’ the ſpacious waſte and chaſe frighted prey.
Here walks the ſhaggy monarch of the wood,
Taught from thy providence to aſk his food:
To thee O Father! to thy bounteous ſkies,
He rears his main, and rolls hie glaring eyes.
He roars, the deſarts tremble wide around!
And repercuſive hills repeat the ſound.
Now purple gems, the eaſtern ſkies adorn,
And joyful nature hails th’ opening morn;
The rovers conſcious of approaching day,
Fly to their ſhelters, and forget their prey.
Laborious man, with moderate ſlumber bleſt,
Springs chearful to his toil, from downy reſt;
Till grateful ev’ning with her ſilver train,
Bid labour ceaſe, and eaſe the weary ſwain!
Hail, ſovereign Goodneſs! All productive mind!

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