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Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the yital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam His praise. The thunder rolls : be huth'd the proftrate world ; While cloud to cloud returns the folema hyma. 71 Bleat out afresh' ye hills : ye moffy rocks, Retain the found: the broad responsive lowe, Ye valleys raise; for the Great Shepherd reigns; And his unsuffering kingdom yet will come. 75 Ye woodlands all, awake: a boundless fong Burst from the groves ! and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds! (weet Philomela, charm The listening thades, and teach the night His praise, Ye chief, for whom the whole creation smiles; At once the head, the heart, and tongue of all, Crown the great hymn! in swarming cities vaft, Assembled men, to the deep organ join The long resounding voice, oft breaking clear, 85 Ac folemn pauses, through the swelling base; And, as each mingling flame encreases cach, In one united ardor rise to heaven, ! Or if


rather chuse the rural shade,
And find a fane in every sacred grove;
There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay,
The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre,
Stillfing the God of Seasons, as they roll.
For me, when I forget the darling theme,
Whether the blossom blows, the summer ray 95
Ruffets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams;

Or winter rises in the blackening east;
Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more,
And, dead to joy forget my heart to beat!

Should fate command me to che fartheft' verge 100
Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes,
Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun
Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam
Flames on th’ Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me:
Since God is ever present, ever felt,

105 In the void walte as in the city full ; And where He vital spreads there must be joy. When even at laft the folenn hour shall come,


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And wing my mystic flight to future worlds,
I chearful will obey, there, with new powers,
Will rising wonders fing: I cannot go
Where Universal Love not smiles around,
Sustaining all yon orbs and all their sons;
From seeming Evil ftill educing Good,
And Better thence again, and Better till,
In infinite progression.-

But I lose
Myfelf in Him, in Light ineffable !
Come chen; expressive filence, muse his praise.


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