The joyful ſun ſprung up th' etherial way,
Strong as a giant, as a bridegroom gay;
And the pale moon diffus'd her ſhadowy light
Superior o'er the duſky brow of night;
Ten thouſand glittering lamps the ſkies adorning,
Numerous as dew drops from the womb of morning.
Earth's blooming face with riſing flowers he dreſt,
And ſpread a verdant mantle o'er her breaſt;
Then from the hollow of his hand he pours
The circling waters round her winding ſhores,
The new-born world in their cool arms embracing,
And with ſoft murmurs ſtill her banks careſſing.
At length ſhe roſe complete in finiſh'd pride,
All fair and ſpotleſs, like a virgin bride;
Freſh with untarniſh'd luſtre as ſhe ſtood
Her Maker bleſs'd his work, and call'd it good;
