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Praise him, who, when the heav'ns he spread,
And light his regal robe...
Praise him, ye light'nings, as ye fly,
Praise him, ye clouds, that wand'ring ftray,
Surround his aweful fhrine.
Exalt, O earth! thy heav'nly King,
Who bids the plants, that form the spring,
Whose frequent drops of kindly rain,
Think how you once affrighted fled,
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 fkies,
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, fubfide,
Ye floods, within your channels glide,
Ye whales, that ftir the boiling deep,
Or in its dark receffes sleep,
Remote from human eye;
Praise him, by whom ye all are fed,
Ye birds, exalt your Maker's name,
Your artless lays improve;
And fill the vocal grove.
Praise him, ye beafts, that nightly roam
Th' expected prey to feize;
And gave it pow'r to move;"
The wonders of his love.
Let Levi's tribe the lay prolong,
And bend attentive down;
And you, your thankful voices join,
Before his altars kneel;
Where thron'd in majesty he dwells,
Ye fpirits of the just and good,
To heav'nly manfions foar :
Praise him, ye meek and humble train,
The boundless blifs to fhare;
O! praise him, 'till ye take your way
To regions of eternal day, resul
And reign for ever there
Let us, who now impaffive ftand,
Amid the fiery blaze;
While thus we triumph in the flame,
Rife, and our Maker's love proclaim,
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:
An ODE to FANCY.
By the Same,
ANCY, whofe delufions vain