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And fhield me from my foes, whofe towering pride | To pay due Vengeance for its fatal crime,

Lowrs like a ftorm, and gathers like a tide :
Against ftrange children vindicate my cause,
Who curfe thy name, and trample on thy laws;
Who fear not vengeance which they never felt,
Train'd to blafpheme, and eloquent in guilt:
Their hands are impious, and their deeds profane;
They plead their boafted innocence in vain.
Thy name fhall dwell for ever on my tongue,
And guide the facred numbers of my fong;
To Thee my Mufe fhall confecrate her lays,
And every note fhall labour in thy praife;
The hallow'd theme fhall teach me how to fing,
Swell on the lyre, and tremble on the string.
Oft has thy hand from fight the monarch led,
When death flew raging, and the battle bled;
And snatch'd thy fervant, in the last despair,
From all the rifing tumult of the war.

Against strange children vindicate my cause,
Who curfe thy name, and trample on thy laws;
That our fair fons may fmile in early bloom,
Our fons, the hopes of all our years to come:
Like plants that nurs'd by foftering fhowers arife,
And lift their spreading honours to the skies;
That our chafte daughters may their charms

Like the bright pillars of our temple, gay,
Polifh'd, and tall, and smooth, and fair as they.
Pild up with plenty let our barns appear,
And burft with all the Seafons of the Year;
Let pregnant flocks in ev'ry quarter bleat,
And drop their tender young in ev'ry street.
Safe from their labours may our oxen come,
Safe may they bring the gather'd fummer home.
Oh! may no fighs, no ftreams of forrow flow,
To ftain our triumphs with the tears of woe.

Blefs'd is the nation, how fincerely bless'd!
Of fuch unbounded happiness poffefs'd,
To whom Jehovah's facred name is known,
Who claim the God of Ifrael for their own.


$25. The 3d Chapter of Job. PITT.
OB curs'd his birth, and bade his curfes flow
In words of grief, and eloquence of woe;
Loft be that day which dragg'd me to my doom,
Recent to life, and struggling from the womb;
Whose beams with fuch malignant luftre fhone,
Whence all my years in anxious circles run.
Loft be that night in undetermin'd space,
And veil with deeper fhades her gloomy face,
Which crowded up with woes this flender ipan,
While the dull mafs rofe quick'ning into man.
O'er that curs'd day let fable darkness rife,
Shroud the blue vault, and blacken all the fkics;
May God o'erlook it from his heavenly throne,
Nor rouze from fleep the fedentary fun
O'er its dark face, to fhed his genial ray,
And warm to joy the melancholy day.
May the clouds frown, and livid poifons breathe,
And ftain heaven's azure with the fhade of death.
May ten-fold darknefs from that dreadful

Seize and arreft the ftraggling gleams of light:

Still be it banifh'd from the train of time;
Nor in the radiant lift of months appear,
To ftain the fhining circle of the Year:
There through her dusky range may filence


There may noray,no glimpfe of gladnefs come;
No voice to cheer the folitary gloom.
May every ftar his gaudy light with-hold,
Nor through the vapour fhoot his beamy gold:
Nor let the dawn with radiant fkirts come on,
Tipp'd with the glories of the rifing fun;
Because that dreadful period fix'd my doom,
Nor feal'd the dark receffes of the womb.
To that original my ills I owe;
Heir of affliction, and the fon of woe.
Oh! had I dy'd unexercis'd in pain,
And wak'd to life, to fleep in death again!
Why did not Fate attend me at my birth,
And give me back to my congenial earth?
Why was I, when an infant, footh'd to reft,
Lull'd on the knee, or hung upon the breast?
For now the grave would all my cares compofe,
Conceal my forrows, and inter my woes:
There wrapp'd and lock'd within his cold embrace,
Safe had I flumber'd in the arms of peace;
There with the mighty kings, who lie inroll'd
In clouds of incenfe, and in beds of gold:
There with the princes, who in grandeur fhone,
And aw'd the trembling nations from the throne,
Afflicted Job an equal reft must have,
And fhare the dark retirement of the grave;
Or as a fhapeless Embryo feek the tomb,
Rude and imperfect from the abortive womb :
Ere motion's early principle began,
Or the dim fubftance kindled into man. [ccafe,
There from their monftrous crimes the wicked
Their labouring guilt is weary'd into peace ;
There blended fleep the coward and the brave;
Stretch'd with his lord, the undiftinguish'd flave
Enjoys the common refuge of the grave.
An equal lot the mighty Victor fhares,
And lies amidft the captives of his wars;
With his, thofe captives mingle their remains,
The fame in death, nor leffen'd by their chains.
Why are we doom'd to view the genial ray!
Why curft to bear the painful light of day!
O! with what joy the wretches yield their breath!
And pant in bitterness of foul for death!
As a rich prize, the diftant blifs they crave,
And find the glorious treasure in the grave.
Why is the wretch condemn'd without relief
To combat woe, and tread the round of grief,
Whom in the toils of Fate his God has bound,
And drawn the line of Miferies around?

When nature calls for aid, my fighs intrude;
My tears prevent my neceffary food:
Like a full stream o'ercharg'd, my forrows flow
In burfts of anguish, and a tide of woe;
For now the dire affliction which I fled,
Pours like a roaring torrent on my head.
My terrors ftill the phantom view'd, and wrought
The dreadful image into every thought:
At length pluck'd down, the fatal ftroke I feel,
And lofe the fancy'd in the real ill.


§ 26. The 25th Chapter of Job paraphrafed. PITT.

Then will vain man complain and murmur ftill.
And ftand on terms with his Creator's will?
Shall this high privilege to clay be given?
Shall duft arraign the providence of Heaven?
With reafon's line the boundless distance fcan?
Oppose heaven's awful Majefty to man!
To what a length his vaft dimensions run!
How far beyond the journies of the fun!
He hung yon golden balls of light on high,
And launch'd the planets through the liquid fky:
To rolling worlds he mark'd the certain space,
Fixt and fuftain'd the elemental peace.

Unnumber'd as thofe worlds his armies move,
And the gay legions guard his realms above!
High o'er th'ethereal plains the myriads rise,
And pour
their flaming ranks along the skies :
From their bright arms inceffant fplendors ftream,
And the wide azure kindles with the gleam.

To this low world he bids the light repair, Down through the gulphs of undulating air: For man he taught the glorious fun to roll, From his bright barrier to his weftern goal.

How then fhall man, thus infolently proud, Plead with his Judge, and combat with his God? How from his mortal mother can he come, Unftain'd from fin, untinctur'd from the womb? The Lord from his fublime empyreal throne, As a dark globe, regards the filver moon. Thofe ftars, that grace the wide celeftial plain, Are but the humbleft fweepings of his train; Dim are the brighteft fplendors of the sky; And the fun darkens in Jehovah's eye. But does not fin diffufe a fouler stain, And thicker darknefs cloud the foul of man? Shall he the depths of endless wildom know? This fhort-liv'd fovereign of the world below? His frail original confounds his boast, [duft. Sprung from the ground, and quicken'd froin the

27. The Song of Mofes, in the Fifteenth Chapter of Exodus, paraphrafed. PITT. HEN to the Lord, the vast triumphant throng Of Ifrael's fons, with Mofes, rais'd the fong. To God our grateful accents will we raife, And every tongue fhall celebrate his praife: Behold display'd the wonders of his might; Behold the Lord triumphant in the fight! With what immortal fame and glory grac'd What trophies rais'd amid the watery wafte! How did his power the steeds and riders fweep, Ingulph'd heaps, andwhelm'd beneath the deep? Whom thould we fear, while he, heav'n's awful Unsheaths for Ifrael his avenging fword? [Lord, His outstretch'd arm, and tutelary care, Guarded and fav'd us in the last despair: His mercy eas'd us from our circling pains, Unbound our fhackles, and unlock'd our chains. To him our God, our father's God, I'll rear A facred temple, and adore him there With vows and incenfe, facrifice and prayer.

The Lord commands in war; his matchless might

Hangs out and guides the balance of the fight:

By him the war the mighty leaders form,
And teach the hovering tumult where to storm.
His name, O Ifrael, heav'n's eternal Lord,
For ever honour'd, reverenc'd, and ador'd.

When to the fight from Egypt's fruitful foil,
Pour'd forth in myriads all the fons of Nile;
The Lord o'erthrew the courfer and the car,
Sunk Pharaoh's pride, and o'erwhelm'd his war.
Beneath th'encumber'd deeps his legions lay,
For many a league impurpling all the fea
The chiefs, and steeds, and warriors whirl'd

Lay midst the roarings of the furges drown'd Who fhall thy power, thou mighty God,


And check the force of thy victorious hand? Thy hand, which red with wrath in terror rofe, To crush that day thy proud Egyptian foes. Struck by that hand,their drooping squadrons fall, Crowding in death; one fate o'erwhelms them all.

Soon as thy anger,charg'd with vengeance came, They funk like stubble cracking in the flame. At thy dread voice the fummon'd billows crowd, And a ftill filence lulls the wondering flood: Roll'd up, the cryftal ridges ftrike the skies, Waves peep o'er waves, and feas o'er feas arife, Around in heaps the liftening furges stand, Mute and obfervant of the high command. Congeal'd with fear attends the watery train, Rous'd from the fecret chambers of the main.

With favage joy the fons of Egypt cry'd (Vaft were their hopes, and boundlefs was their Let us purfue thofe fugitives of Nile, [pride) This fervile nation, and divide the fpoil: And fpread fo wide the flaughter, till their blood Dyes with a stronger red the blushing flood. Oh! what a copious prey their hofts afford, To glut and fatten the devouring sword!

As thus the yawning gulf the boafters pafs'd, At thy command rush'd forth the rapid blast. Then, at the fignal given, with dreadful sway, In one huge heap roll'd down the roaring fea; And now the difentangled waves divide, Unlock their folds, and thaw the frozen tide. The deeps alarm'd, call terribly from far The loud embattled furges to the war; Till her proud fons aftonifh'd Egypt found Coyer'd with billows, and in tempefts drown'd. What God can emulate thy power divine, Or who oppose his miracles to thine? When joyful we adore thy glorious name, Thy trembling foes confefs their fear and fhame. The world attends thy abfolute command, And nature waits the wonders of thine hand. That hand, extended o'er the swelling fea, The confcious billows rev'rence and obey. O'er the devoted race the furges fweep, And whelm the guilty nation in the deep. That hand redeem'd us from our fervile toil, And each infulting tyrant of the Nile : Our nation came beneath that mighty hand, From Egypt's realms to Canaan's facred land. Thou

ThouwerttheirGuide,their Saviour, andtheirGod,
To fmooth the way, and clear the dreadful road.
The diftant kingdons fhall thy wonders hear,
The fierce Philiftives fhall confefs their fear;
Thy fame fhall over Edom's princes fpread,
And Moab's kings, the univerfal dread;
While the vaft fcenes of miracles impart
A thrilling horror to the braveft heart.
As through the world the gathering terror runs,
Canaan fhall fhrink, and tremble for his fons,
Till thou haft Jacob from his bondage brought,
At fuch a vaft expence of wonders bought,
To Canaan's promis'd realms and bleft abodes,
Led through the dark receffes of the floods.
Crown'd with their tribes fhall proud Moriah rife,
And rear his fummit nearer to the fkies.
Through ages, Lord, shall stretch thy bound-
lefs power,

Thy throne thall ftand when time fhall be no more:
For Pharaoh's feeds, and cars, and warlike train,
Leap'd in, and boldly rang'd the fandy plain,
While in the dreadful road and defart way,
The fhining crowds of gafping fifhes lay:
Till, all around with liquid toils befet,
The Lord swept o'er their heads the watery net.
He freed the ocean from his fecret chain,
And on each hand discharg'd the thundering main.
The loofen'd billows burft from every fide,
And whelm the war and warriors in the tide;
But on each hand the folid billows food,
Like lotty mounds to check the raging flood;
Till the bleft race to promis'd Canaan paft
O'er the dry path, and trod the watery waste,

§ 28. The 139th Pfalm paraphrafed. PITT. DREAD Jehovah! thy all-piercing eyes Explore the motions of this mortal fraine, This tenement of duft: Thy stretching fight Surveys th'harmonious principles, that move In beauteous rank and order, to inform This caík, and animated mafs of clay. Nor are the profpects of thy wond'rous fight To this terreftrial part of man confin'd; But fhoot into his foul, and there difcern The firft materials of unfafhion'd thought; Yet dim and undigested, till the mind, Big with the tender images, expands, And, fwelling, labours with th'ideal birth. Where'er I move, thy cares pursue my feet Attendant. When I drink the dews of fleep, Stretch'd on my downy bed, and there enjoy A fweet forgetfuluefs of all my toils, Unfeen, thy fov'reign prefence guards my fleep, Wafts all the terrors of my dreams away, Sooths all my foul, and foftens my repofe, Before conception can employ the tongue, And mould the ductile images to found; Before imagination stands difplay'd, Thine eye the future eloquence can read, Yet unarray'd with fpeech. Thou, mighty Lord! Haft moulded man from his congenial duft, And fpoke him into being: while the clay, Beneath thy forming hand, leap'd forth, infpir'd, And ftarted into life: through every part,

At thy command, the wheels of motion play'd.
But fuch exalted knowledge leaves below,
And drops poor man from its fuperior fphere.
In vain, with reafon's ballaft, would he try
To ftem th'unfathomable depth; his bark
O'erfets, and founders in the vaft abyfs.
Then whither fhall the rapid fancy run,
Though in its full career, to fpeed my flight
From thy unbounded prefence? which, alone,
Fills all the regions and extended space
Beyond the bounds of nature! Whither, Lord!
Shall my unrein'd imagination rove,
To leave behind thy Spirit, and outfly [fpread,
Its influence, which, with brooding wings out-
Hatch'd unfledg'd nature from the dark profound.
If mounted on my tow'ring thoughts I climb
Into the heaven of heavens, I there behold
The blaze of thy unclouded Majesty !.
In the pure empyrcan thee I view,
High thron'd above all height, thy radiant fhrine,
Throng'd with the proftrate Seraphs, who receive
Beatitude paft utterance! If I plunge
Down to the gloom of Tartarus profound,
There too I find thee, in the lowest bounds
Of Erebus, and read thee in the scenes
Of complicated wrath: I fce thee clad
In all the majefty of darkness there.

If, on the ruddy inorning's purple wings
Upborne, with indefatigable courfe
I feek the glowing borders of the east,
Where the bright fun, emergent from the deeps,
With his first glories gilds the fparkling feas,
And trembles o'er the waves; ev'n there thy hand
Shall through the watery defart guide my course,
And o'er the broken furges pave my way,
While on the dreadful whirls I hang fecure,
And mock the warring ocean. If, with hopes
As fond as falfe, the darknefs I expect
To hide, and wrap me in its mantling fhade,
Vain were the thought; for thy unbounded ken
Darts thro' the thick'ning gloom, and pries thro'
The palpable obfcure. Before thy eyes [all
The vanquifh'd night throws off her dufky fhrowd,
And kindles into day: the fhade and light
To man ftill various, but the fame to thee.
On thee is all the ftructure of my frame
Dependant. Lock'd within the filent womb,
Steeping I lay, and rip'ning to my birth;
Yet, Lord,thy outftretch'd arm preferv'd me there;
Before I mov'd to entity, and trod
The verge of being. To thy hallow'd name
I'll pay due honours; for thy mighty hand
Built this corporeal fabric, when it laid
The ground-work of existence. Hence I read
The wonders of thy art. This frame I view
With terror and delight; and, wrapt in both,
I startle at invfelf. My bones, unform'd
As yet, nor hardening from the vifcous parts,
But blended with th'unanimated mafs,
Thy eye diftinctly view'd; and, while I lay
Within the earth, imperfect, nor perceiv'd
The firft faint dawn of life, with eafe furvey'd
The vital glimmerings of the active feeds,
Juft kindling to existence, and beheld
My substance scarce material. In thy book


Was the fair model of this ftructure drawn,
Where every part, in juft connection join'd,
Compos'd and perfected th'harmonious piece,
Ere the dim fpeck of being learn'd to stretch
Its ductile form, or entity had known
To range and wanton in an ampler space.
How dear, how rooted in my inmoft foul,
Are all thy counfels, and the various ways
Of thy eternal providence! the fum

So boundless and immenfe, it leaves behind
The low account of numbers, and outflies
All that imagination e'er conceiv'd :

Lefs numerous are the fands that crowd the fhores,
The barriers of the ocean. When I rife
From my foft bed, and fofter joys of fleep,
I rife to thee. Yet lo! the impious flight
Thy mighty wonders. Shall the fons of vice
Elude the vengeance of thy wrathful hand,
And mock thy ling'ring thunder which withholds
Its forky terrors from their guilty heads? [fly
Thou great tremendous GOD;-Avaunt, and
All ye who thirst for blood!--for,fwol'nwithpride,
Each haughty wretch blafphemes thy facred name,
And bellows his reproaches to affront
Thy glorious Majefty. Thy foes I hate
Worfe than my own. O Lord! explore my foul!
See if a flaw or ftain of fin infects
My guilty thoughts; then, lead me in the way
That guides my feet to thy own heaven and thee.

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ARISE, my foul! on wings feraphic rife!
And praife th'almighty Sov'reign of the fkies;
In whom alone effential glory fhines,
Which not the heav'n of heav'ns, nor boundless
fpace confines.

When darknef's rul'd with univerfal fway,
He fpoke, and kindled up the blaze of day;
Firft, faireft offspring of th'omnific word!
Which like a garment cloath'd its fov'reign Lord.
On liquid air he bade the columns rife,
That prop the starry concave of the fkies;
Diffus'd the blue expanfe from pole to pole,
And fpread circumfluent æther round the whole.
Soon as he bids impetuous tempefts fly,
To wing his founding chariot thro' the sky,
Impetuous tempefts the command obey,
Suftain his flight, and sweep th'aërial way.
Fraught with his mandates, from the realms on
Unnumber'd hofts of radiant heralds fly [high,
From orb to orb, with progrefs unconfin'd,
As lightning fwift, refiftlefs as the wind.

In ambient air this pond'rous ball he hung, And bade its centre reft for ever ftrong; Heav'n, air, and fea, with all their ftorms, in vain Affault the bafis of the firm machine. At thy almighty voice old Ocean raves, Wakes all his force, and gathers all his waves;

Nature lies mantled in a wat'ry robe,
And thoreless billows revel round the globe:
O'er highest hills the higher furges rife,
Mix with the clouds, and meet the fluid fkies.
But when in thunder the rebuke was giv'n,
That fhook th'eternal firmament of heav'n;
The grand rebuke th'affrighted waves obey,
And in confufion fcour their uncouth way;
And pofting rapid to the place decreed,
Wind down the hills, and fweep the humble mead.
Reluctant in their bounds the waves fubfide;
The bounds, impervious to the lashing tide,
Reftrain its rage; whilft with inceffant roar,
It shakes the caverns, and affaults the fhore.

By him, from mountains cloath'd in lucid fnow, Through fertile vales and mazy rivers flow;

Here the wild horfe, unconfcious of the rein, That revels boundlefs o'er the wide campaign, Imbibes the filver furge, with heat oppreft, To cool the fever of his glowing breaft. [pride, Here rifing boughs, adorn'd with fummer's Project their waving umbrage o'er the tide; While, gently perching on the leafy fpray, Each feather'd warbler tunes his various lay: And, while thy praise they fymphonize around, Creation echoes to the grateful found. Wide o'er the heav'ns the various bow he bends; Its tinctures brighten, and its arch extends: At the glad fign the airy conduits flow, Soften the hills, and cheer the meads below; By genial fervour and prolific rain, Swift vegetation clothes the fmiling plain: Nature profufely good, with blifs o'erflows, And ftill is pregnant, tho' fhe ftill bestows.


Here verdant paftures wide extended lic,
And yield the grazing herd exuberant supply.
waving in the wanton air,
Here golden grain rewards the peasant's care:
Here vines mature with fresh carnation glow,
And heav'n above diffufes heav'n below.
Erect and tall her mountain cedars rife,
Wave in the ftarry vault, and emulate the skies.
Here the wing'd crowd that skim the yielding
With artful toil their little doines prepare; [air,
Here hatch their tender young, and nurse the
rifing care.

Up the fteep hill afcends the nimble doe,
While timid conics fcour the plains below,
Or in the pendant rock clude the fcenting foe.
He bade the filver majesty of night
Revolve her circles, and increafe her light,
Affign'd a province to each rolling fphere,
And taught the fun to regulate the year.
At his command, wide hov'ring o'er the plain,
Primeval night refumes her gloomy reign:
Then from their dens, impatient of delay,
The favage monsters bend their speedy way,
Howl thro' the fpacious waste, and chace their
frighted prey.

Here ftalks the thaggy monarch of the wood,
Taught from thy providence to ak his food!
To thee, O Father, to thy bounteous fkies,
He rears his mane, and rolls his glaring eyes;
He roars; the defart trembles wide around,
And repercuflive hills repeat the found.


Now orient gems the eastern skies adorn, And joyful nature hails the op'ning morn: The rovers, confcious of approaching day, Fly to their fhelters, and forget their prey. Laborious man with mod'rate flumber bleft, Springs cheerful to his toil from downy reft; Till grateful evening, with her argent train, Bids labour cease, and eafe the weary fwain. "Hail fov'reign goodness! all-productive mind! On all thy works thyself infcrib'd we find: How various all, how varioutly endow'd, How great their number, and each part how good! How perfect then muft the great Parent shine, Who, with one act of energy divine, Laid the vast plan, and finish'd the defign!" Where'er the pleafing fearch my thoughts purUnbounded goodness rifes to my view: [fue, Nor does our world alone its influence share; Exhauftlefs bounty and unwearied care Extends thro' all th'infinitude of space, And circles nature with a kind embrace.


The azure kingdoms of the deep below,
Thy pow'r, thy wifdom, and thy goodness show:
Here multitudes of various beings ftray,
Crowd the profound, or on the surface play :
Tall navies here their doubtful way explore,
And ev'ry product waft from shore to fhore;
Hence meagre want expell'd, and fanguine ftrife,
For the mild charms of cultivated life;
Hence focial union fpreads from foul to foul,
And India joins in friendship with the pole.
Here the huge potent of the fcaly train
Enormous fails incumbent o'er the main,
An animated ifle! and in his way,
Dafhes to heav'n's blue arch the foamy fea:
When skies and ocean mingle storm and flame,
Portending inftant wreck to nature's frame,
Pleas'd in the scene, he mocks with confcious

The volley'd lightning and the furging tide;
And while the watchful elements engage,
Foments with horrid fport the tempeft's rage.
All these thy watchful providence fupplies,
To thee alone they turn their waiting eyes;
For them thou open'ft thy exhauftlefs ftore,
Till the capacious wifh can grafp no more.
But, if one moment thou thy face fhould't hide,
Thy glory clouded, or thy finiles deny'd,
Then widow'd nature veils her mournful eyes,
And vents her grief in univerfal cries:

Then gloomy death, with all his meagre train,
Wide o'er the nations fpreads his difinal reign;
Sea, earth, and air the boundlefs ravage mourn,
And all their hosts to native duft return.

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Thou from the regions of eternal day,
Vieweft all thy works at one immenfe furvey:
Pleas'd thou behold'ft the whole propenfely tend
To perfect happinefs, its glorious end.

If thou to earth but turn thy wrathful eyes, Her bafis trembles, and her offspring dies: Thou fimit'ft the hills, and at th'Almighty blow, Their fummits kindle, and their inwards glow.

While this immortal spark of heav'nly flame Diftends my breaft, and animates my frame, To thee my ardent praifes fhall be borne On the firft breeze that wakes the blufhing morn; The lateft ftar fhall hear the pleafing found, And nature in full choir fhall join around. When full of thee my foul excurfive flies Thro' earth, air, ocean, or thy regal skies; From world to world, new wonders ftill I find, And all the Godhead flashes on my mind. When wing'd with whirlwinds, vice fhall take its To the deep bofom of eternal night, [flight To thee my foul fhall endlefs praifes pay; Join, men and angels, join th’exalted lay!

$30. A Hymn on the Seafons. THOMSON. THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these

Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleafing Spring Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields; the foftening air is balm; Echo the mountains round; the foreft fmiles; And every fenfe and every heart is joy. Then comes thy glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent. Then thy fun Shoots full perfection thro' the fiwelling year: And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder fpeaks, And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves, in hollow-whifp'ring gales. Thy bounty fhines in Autumn unconfin'd, And fpreads a common feast for all that lives. In Winter awful Thou! with clouds and ftorins Around Thee thrown, tempeft o'er tempeft roll'd, Majeftic darknefs! On the whirlwind's wing, Riding fublime, Thou bidft the world adore, And humblest nature with thy northern blast. Myfterious round! what skill, what force divine, Deep-felt, in thefe appear! a fimple train, Yet fo delightful mix'd, with such kind art, Such beauty and beneficence combin'd; Shade, unperceiv'd, so foftening into shade; And all fo forming an harmonious whole, That as they ftill fucceed, they ravish still. But wandering oft, with rude unconfcious gaze, Man marks not Thee, marks not the nighty hand That, ever bufy, wheels the filent spheres; Works in the fecret deep; fhoots fteaming thence The fair profufion that o'erfpreads the fpring, Flings from the fun direct the flaming day; Feeds ev'ry creature; hurls the tempeft forth, And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, With transport touches all the fprings of life.

Nature, attend! join, every living foul Beneath the fpacious temple of the sky, In adoration join; and ardent raife


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