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Ennobled by Thy Image, fpotlefs fhone,

Prais'd Thee her author, and ador'd Thy throne:
Able to know, admire, enjoy her God,
She did her high felicity applaud.

Since Thou didst all the fpacious worlds display,
Homage to Thee let all obedient pay.

Let glittering stars, that dance their deftin'd ring
Sublime in sky, with vocal planets fing

Confederate praise to Thee, O Great Creator King!
Let the thin diftricts of the waving air,
Conveyancers of found, Thy fki!l declare.
Let winds, the breathing creatures of the skies,
Call in each vigorous gale, that roving flies
By land or fea; then one loud triumph raise,
And all their blafts employ in fongs of praise.
While painted herald-birds Thy deeds proclaim,
And on their spreading wings convey Thy fame :
Let Eagles, which in Heaven's blue concave foar,
Scornful of earth fuperior seats explore,
And rife with breasts erect against the fun,
Be minifters to bear Thy bright renown,
And carry ardent praises to Thy throne.
Ye fish, affume a voice; with praises fill
The hollow rock, and loud reactive hill.
Let lions with their roar their thanks exprefs,
With acclamations fhake the wilderness.
Let thunder clouds, that float from pole to pole,
With falvos loud falute Thee as they roll.
Ye monsters of the fea, ye noisy waves,
Strike with applaufe the repercuffive caves.

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Let hail and rain, let meteors form'd of fire,
And lambent flames, in this bleft work confpire.
Let the high cedar and the mountain pine
Lowly to thee, Great King, their heads incline,
Let every spicy odoriferous tree

Prefent its incenfe and its balm to Thee.

And thou, Heaven's viceroy o'er this world below,
In this bleft task fuperior ardour show:
To view thyself, inflect thy reason's ray,
Nature's replenish'd theatre survey;
Then all on fire the Author's skill adore,
And in loud fongs extol Creating Power.
Degenerate minds, in mazy error loft,
May combat Heaven, and impious triumphs boast;
But, while my veins feel animating fires,

And vital air this breathing breast inspires,

Grateful to Heaven, I'll stretch a pious wing,
And fing His praise, who gave me power to fing. 773.

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