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Hese,as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER,thele,
Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring The beauty walks, THX tenderness and love. Wide Aush the fields; the softening air is bali; 5 Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles; ? And every sense, 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 swelling year :: And oft The voice in dreadful thunder Speaks And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling, eve, By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales. !T Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfin'd,. And spreads a common feast for all that lives, IS In Winter awful Thou? with clouds and forms. Around Thee thrown, tempeft o'er tempeft rolld,.. Majestic darkness! on the whirlwind's wing, Riding fublime, Thou bid'ft the world adore; And humbleft Nature with Thy northern blaft. ;: 20
Mysterious round! what fkill, what force divine, Deep felt, in these appear ! a simple train, Yet so delightful mix'd; with fuch kind art,l'arri." Stach beauty and beneficençecombin’dzę i dvor Shade, unperceiv'd, fo foftening irito háded 1191): 25 And all.fo forming an bármonious wholesoy adte 3
Whether the blossom blows, the fummer-ray 93
Should fate command me to the farthest verge 100
105 In the void waste as in the city full; And where HE vital breathes, there must be joy. When even at last the folemn hour shall come, And wing my myftic flight to future worlds, I chearful will obey; there, with new powers, 110 Will rising wonders fing: I cannot go Where UNIVERSAL Love not smiles around, Sustaining all yon orbs and all their fons; From seeming evil ftill educing good, And better thence again, and better still,
115 In infinite progression. But I lose Myself in Him, in LIGHT INEFFABLE ! Come then, expressive silence, muse His praise.
HALL the great foul of NEWTON quit this earth,
To mingle with his-stars; and every Muse, Astonish'd into silence, shun the weight Of honours due to his illustrious name? But what can man? Ev'n now the sons of light 5 In strains high-warbled to seraphic lyre, Hail his arrival on the coast of bliss. Yet am not I deterr'd, though high the theme, And fung to barps of angels; for with you, Aethereal flames ! ambitious, I aspire
IO In Nature's general symphony to join.
And what new wonders can you Thow Who, while on this dim spot, where mortals toil Clouded in duft, from Motion's fimple laws, Could trace the secret hand of Providence, IS Wide-working thro' this universal frame, Have ye not listened, while he bound the suns