III.

Now beyond earth's contracted goal
On Contemplation's wings arise,

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,
Beyond where Saturn wheels his tedious flight
Around our chearing source of light.-
Forward in vain my restless thoughts I send,

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,
Whose awful presence guides the amazing frame;

Who, of all nature's wide extent the soul,
Exists in every part, and animates the whole,

With virgin majesty ;
Her face with milder glory bright

Illumes the dusky shades of night,

And brings the varied scene to view.

The glassy lake, and bubbling stream,
Again reflect the borrow'd beam,

1. 2.

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
And charms the lay-resounding grove,

His azure length of robe behind

Loofely wantons in the wind;

Glowing like the veřnal morning
Beams benign his eye-balls shed;

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?
Does proud IBERIA to her legions bend,

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?

II. 1.

• Far hence,' he cried, the tumult's roar