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JL HESE ate thy glorious works, Parent of good,
Almighty! thine this univerfal frame.
Thus wondrous fair; thy felf how Aondruus thea 1
Unfpeakable, who silt st above thefe Heavens
To us invisinle. or dimly feen
In thefe tl.y lowest workb , yet thefe declare
Th\ goodnefs beyond thought, and pow r diving'
Speak, \e who best can tell, ye Ions uf light,
Angels; tor \e behold Hun, and with fongs
And choral fymphonies, clay without night,
Circle his throne r- joking; \e m Heaven,
On Earth, join all ye Creatures to extol
Him first, Him lajk, H.iu mitlfe aud without end.

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OF

ADAM AND EVE.

[Trom the Fi th Book of racadwe Lost.]

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Fairest *of stars, last in the train of night,
If hetter thou helong not to the dawn,
Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the fmiling nior»
With thy hright cjrrlet, praife Him in thy fphere,
^"hileday arifes, that fweet hour of prime.
Thou Sun, of this great world hoth eye and foul.
Acknowledge'Him thy greater, found his praife
In thy eternal courfe, hoth when thou climh'li,
And when high noon hast gain'd, and when thou fall'Jt.
Moon, that now meet'st the orient fun, now fly'st
With the six'd stars, six'd in their orh that flies,
And ye sive other wand'rit.g sires that move
In mystic dance, not without fong, refound
His praife, who out of darkness call'd up light.
Air, and ye Elements, the eldest hirth
Of Nature's womh, that in quaternion run
Perperual circle, multiform; and mix
And nourish all things; let your ceafelefs change
Vary tn our treat Maker still new praife.
Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rife
From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray,
Till the fon paint your fleecy skirts with gold,
In honour to the world's great Author rife!
Whether to deck with clouds th' uncolour'd sky.
Or wet the thirsty earth with falling mowers,
Bilmg or falling still advance his pra'fe.
His praife, ye Winds, that from four quarters hlow,
Breathe foft or loud; and wave your tops, ye Pines,
With every plant, in fign of worship wave.
Fountains, and ye that warhle, as ye flow,
Melodious murmurs! wart ling tune his praise.
Join voices, all ye Hy^g Souls; ye Birds,

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