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Follow'd in bright procession, to behold
And God made two great lights, great for their
But opposite in levell’d west was set,
Now Heaven in all her glory shone, and rollid
· Let us make now Man in our image, Man
And every creeping thing that creeps the ground.'
ADDRESS OF OUR FIRST PARENTS TO THE
THESE are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty! Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair : Thyself how wondrous then! Unspeakable, who sit'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels; for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven. On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end: Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, thatcrown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Thou Sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge him thy greater; sound his praises In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st,
And when high noon hast gain'd, and when thou
fall'st. Moon, that now meet'st the orient Sun, now fly'st, With the fix'd stars, fix'd in their orb that flies; And ye five other wandering fires that move In mystic dance, not without song, resound His praise, who out of darkness call'd up light. Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or streaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the Sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise; Whether to deck with clouds th' uncolour'd sky, Or wet the thirsty earth with falling showers, Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops, ye
pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. Join voices, all ye living souls; ye birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly crccp ; Witness, if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise.
Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still
Unde nil majus generatur ipso,
Nec viget quidquain simile aut secundum. Hor. From Earth's low prospects and deceitful aims, From wealth's allurements, and ambition's dreams, The lover's raptures, and the hero's views, All the false joys mistaken man pursues ; The schemes of science, the delights of wine, Or the more pleasing follies of the Nine ! Recal, fond bard, thy long enchanted sight, Deluded with the visionary light! A nobler theme demands thy sacred song, A theme beyond or man's or angel's tongue !
But oh, alas! unhallow'd and profane, How shalt thou dare to raise the heav'nly strain ? Do thou, who from the altar's living fire Isaiah's tuneful lips didst once inspire, Come to my aid, celestial Wisdom, come; From my dark mind dispel the doubtful gloom : My passions still, my purer breast inflame, To sing that God from whom existence came; Till Heav'n and Nature in the concert join, And own the Author of their birth divine.