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His Omnipotence. Far hence, ye visionary charming maids, Ye fancied nymphs, that haunt the Grecian shades! Your birth who from conceiving fiction drew, Yourselves producing phantoms as untrue : But come, superior Muse! divinely bright, Daughter of Heav'n, whose offspring still are light; Oh condescend, celestial sacred guest! To purge my sight, and animate my breast, While I presume Omnipotence to trace, And sing that Power who peopled boundless space,
Thou present wert, when forth th’Almighty rode, While Chaos trembled at the voice of God; Thou saw'st, when o'er th’immense his line he drew, When Nothing from his word existence knew; His word, that wak'd to life the vast profound, While conscious light was kindled at the sound; Creation fair surpris'd th' angelic eyes, And sov'reign Wisdom saw that all was wise.
Him, sole Almighty, Nature's book displays, Distinct the page, and legible the rays. Let the wild sceptic his attention throw To the broad horizon, or earth below; He finds thy soft impression touch his breast, He feels the God, and owns him unconfest. Should the stray pilgrim, tir'd of sands and skies, In Lybia's waste behold a palace rise, Would he believe the charm from atoms wrought? Go, atheist, hence, and mend thy juster thought! What hand, Almighty Architect! but thine, Could give the model of this vast design? What hand but thine adjust th' amazing whole, And bid consenting systems beauteous roll ?
What hand but thine supply the solar light,
Thee infinite! what finite can explore ?
Go! all the sightless realms of space survey; Returning trace the planetary way; The Sun that in his central glory shines, While ev'ry planet round his orb inclines; Then at our intermediate globe repose, And view yon lunar satellite that glows; Or cast along the azure vault thine eye, When golden day enlightens all the sky; Around, behold Earth's variegated scene, The mingling prospects, and the flow'ry green; The mountain's brow, the long extended wood, Or the rude rock that threatens o'er the flood; And say, are these the wild effects of chance? Oh, strange effect of reas'ning ignorance !
Nor pow'r alone confess'd in grandeur lies,
The mite that gambols in its acid sea,
Great Lord of life, whose all-controlling might
See in corruption, all-surprising state, How struggling life eludes the stroke of fate; Shock'd at the scene, though sense averts its eye, Nor stops the wondrous process to descry; Yet juster thought the mystic change pursues, And with delight Almighty Wisdom views. The brute the vegetable world surveys, Sees life subsisting ev'n from life's decays: Mark there, self-taught, the pensive reptile come, Spin his thin shroud, and living build his tomb; With conscious care his former pleasures leave, And dress him for the bus'ness of the grave; Thence, pass'd the short-liv'd change, renew'd he
springs, Admires the skies, and tries his silken wings ;
With airy flight the insect roves abroad,
Thee, potent, let delivered Israel praise,
Nor yet thy pow'r thy chosen train forsook, When through Arabia's sands their way they took: By day thy cloud was present to the sight, Thy fiery pillar led their march by night; Thy hand amidst the waste their table spread, With feather'd viands, and with heav'nly bread; When the dry wilderness no streams supplied, Gush'd from the yielding rock the vital tide.
What limits can Omnipotence confine ?
On Sinai's top, the Muse with ardent wing
face, And the rock trembled to its rooted base : Yet there thy majesty divine appear’d, There shone thy glory, and thy voice was heard ; Ev'n in the blaze of that tremendous day, Idolatry its impious rites could pay ! Oh, shame to thought!-thy sacred throne invade; And brave the bolt that linger'd round its head!
. His Wisdom. O Thou, who, when th’ Almighty form'd this all, Upheld the scale and weigh'd each balanc'd ball; And as his hand completed each design, Number'd the work, and fix'd the seal divine ! O Wisdom infinite ! creation's soul, Whose rays diffuse new lustre o'er the whole, What tongues shall make thy charms celestiat
known ? . What hand, fair goddess ! paint thee but thy own?
What though in nature's universal store