Praise him, who, when the heav'ns he spread, And light his regal robe... XIV. Praife him, ye light'nings, as ye fly, Wing'd with his vengeance through the sky, Praise him, ye clouds, that wand'ring ftray, Surround his aweful fhrine. 1 Exalt, O earth! thy heav'nly King, 103 Who bids the plants, that form the spring, With annual verdure bloom; Whose frequent drops of kindly rain, Prolific fwell the rip'ning grain,... And bless thy fertile womb. XVI. Ye mountains, that ambitious rife, And heave your fummits to the skies, Revere his aweful nod; Think how you once affrighted fled, When Jordan fought his fountain-head, And own'd th' approaching God. XVII. Ye XVII. Ye trees, that fill the rural scene, Ye flowers, that o'er th' enamel'd green In native beauty reign; O! praife the Ruler of the skies, And clothes the smiling plain. Ye fecret springs, ye gentle rills, Praise him, at whofe almighty nod Praise him, ye floods, and feas profound, Aw'd by his voice, ye feas, subside, Ye floods, within your channels glide, And tremble and adore. XX. Ye whales, that ftir the boiling deep, Or in its dark receffes fleep, Remote from human eye; Praise him, by whom ye all are fed, Praise him, without whose heav'nly aid Ye languish, faint, and die. Ye birds, exalt XXI. your Maker's name, Begin, and with th' important theme Your artless lays improve; Wake with your fongs the rifing day, And fill the vocal grove. XXII. Praise him, ye beafts, that nightly roam Amid the folitary gloom, Th' expected prey to feize; Ye flaves of the laborious plough, And bend your weary'd knees. XXIII. Ye fons of men, his praise difplay, Who stampt his image on your clay, The wonders of his love. XXIV. Let XXIV. Let Levi's tribe the lay prolong, 'Till angels liften to the fong, And bend attentive down; Let wonder feize the heav'nly train, XXV. And you, your thankful voices join, Before his altars kneel, Where thron'd in majefty he dwells, XXVI. Ye fpirits of the just and good, O! let your fongs his praise difplay, And time shall be no more. XXVII. Praise him, ye meek and humble train, Ye faints, whom his decrees ordain The boundless blifs to fhare; O! praise him, 'till ye take your way And reign for ever there. XXVIII. vas Let us, who now impaffive ftand, Aw'd by the tyrant's stern command, Amid the fiery blaze; While thus we triumph in the flame, Rife, and our Maker's love proclaim, .. F An ODE to FANCY. F By the Same, ANCY, whofe delufions vain Sport themselves with human brain; Rival thou of Nature's pow'r, Can'ft, from thy exhauftlefs ftore, Bid a tide of forrow flow, And whelm the foul in deepest woe: Or in the twinkling of an eye, Raise it to mirth and jollity. Dreams |