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��Thy fwift Annual, and diurnal Couiie,
Th}^ daily ftreight, and yearly oblique path,
Thy plealing fervor, and thy fcorching force,
All mortals here the feeling knowledg hath.
Thy prefence makes it day, th}' abfence night,
Qiiaternal Seafons caufed by thy might:
Hail Creature, full of fweetnefs, beauty & delight.
��Art thou fo full of glory, that no Eye
Hath ftrength, thy fhining Rayes once to behold ?
And is thy fplendid Throne ereft fo high?
As to approach it, can no earthly mould.
How full of glory then muft thy Creator be ?
Who gave this bright light luller unto thee:
Admir'd, ador'd for ever, be that Majefty.
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Silent alone, w^here none or law, or heard,
In pathlefs paths I lead my wandring feet,
My humble Eyes to lofty Skyes I rear'd
To fmg fome Song, my mazed Mufe thought meet.
My great Creator I would magnifie.
That nature had, thus decked liberally:
But Ah, and Ah, again, my imbecility!
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