THE MUSE.
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Where never yet did pry
The busy morning's curious eye;
The wheels of thy bold coach pass quick and free,
And all 's an open road to thee!
Whatever God did Say,
Is all thy plain and smooth uninterrupted way!
Nay, ev'n beyond his works thy oyages are known,
Thou 'hast thousand worlds too of thine own.
Thou speak'st, great Queen! in the same style as He;
And a new world leaps forth when thou say'st, "Let it be."
The busy morning's curious eye;
The wheels of thy bold coach pass quick and free,
And all 's an open road to thee!
Whatever God did Say,
Is all thy plain and smooth uninterrupted way!
Nay, ev'n beyond his works thy oyages are known,
Thou 'hast thousand worlds too of thine own.
Thou speak'st, great Queen! in the same style as He;
And a new world leaps forth when thou say'st, "Let it be."
Thou fathom'st the deep gulf of ages past,
And canst pluck up with ease
The years which thou dost please;
Like shipwreck'd treasures, by rude tempests cast
Long since into the sea.
Brought up again to light and publick use by thee.
Nor dost thou only dive so low,
But fly
With an unwearied wing the other way on high,
Where Fates among the stars do grow j
There into the close nests of Time dost peep,
And there, with piercing eye,
Through the firm shell and the thick white, dost spy
Years to come a-forming lie.
Close in their sacred secundine asleep,
Till, batch'd by the sun's vital heat,
And canst pluck up with ease
The years which thou dost please;
Like shipwreck'd treasures, by rude tempests cast
Long since into the sea.
Brought up again to light and publick use by thee.
Nor dost thou only dive so low,
But fly
With an unwearied wing the other way on high,
Where Fates among the stars do grow j
There into the close nests of Time dost peep,
And there, with piercing eye,
Through the firm shell and the thick white, dost spy
Years to come a-forming lie.
Close in their sacred secundine asleep,
Till, batch'd by the sun's vital heat,
