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Now beyond earth's contracted goal
And mark the unnumber'd worlds that roll
Their orbs ftupendous through the skies.-
My eye the splendid scene explores,
And now my active fancy foars;
To other funs, which far away
On distant systems pour the blaze of day,
They rush for ever on nor find an end,
Yet would my heart those numbers deem
Unequal to the glorious theme;
Unequal to exalt his holy name,
Who, of all nature's wide extent the soul,
With virgin majesty ;
Illumes the dusky shades of night,
And brings the varied scene to view.
The glassy lake, and bubbling stream,
From the deep shade of yonder trees
The screaming night-birds call,
While floats on Zephyr's balmy breeze
The diftant waterfall:
Sad PAILOMELA's warbling throat
Pours to the moon her plaintive note
His azure length of robe behind
Loofely wantons in the wind;
Glowing like the veřnal morning
Ceres' wealth his brows adorning
Shades his venerable head.
Say heavenly vision what these notes portend ?
Sits white-wing'd Victory on BRITANNIA's arms?
Or flies the GAUL at GRANBY's dread alarms,
Or stalks on INDIA's fun-burn'd coafts afar
The force of conflict keen, and giant rage of war?
• Far hence,' he cried, the tumult's roar