1. Az Address to ibe Deity. Thomson. And ye five other wand'ring fires that move FAT "ATHER of light and life! Thou Good His praise, who out of darkness called up light.
In mystic dance, not without song, resound SUPREME Oreach me what is good. Teach me THYSELF! Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth Save me from foly, vanity, and vice,
Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run From every low pursuit! and feed my soul
Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix
With knowietge, conscious peace, and virtue And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change
Sacred, iubitantial, never-fading bliss ! (pure;
Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Ye Mifts and Exhalations that now rise
From hill or Itreaming lake, dusky or * 2. Adam and Eve
, in a Morning Hymn, call upon Till the fun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, call ite Parts of the Creation to join with them in In honour to the world's great Author rile! Exteling idear camiazz Maker.
Milton.
Whether to deck with clouds th’uncolour'd lky,
Or wet the thirity earth with falling showers, Tuese are Thy glorious works, Parent of good, Rising or falling itill advance his praile. Alrighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair, thyself how wondrous then! Breathe foftor loud; and wave your tops, ye Pines,
His praise,yeWinds,that from fourquarters blow, Liz peakable, who litt'it above these Heavens To us invitble, or dimly seen
With every plant in lign of worihip wave.
Fountains, and ye that warble as ye How In these thy losest works; yet these declare
Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. Tarzoudne's beyond thought, and pow'r divine. Join voices, all ye living Souls; ye Birds, Speak ye who best can tell, ye fons of light, Angel; for ye behold him, and with songs
That finging up to Heaven's gate afcend,
Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. And everal lymphonies, day without night, Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk Cock bis throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven, The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; On Earth, join all ye creatures to extol Witness if I be filent, morn or even, Hast him lait, hum midit, and without end. To hill or valley, fountain, or fresh fhade Faint of stars, lait in the train of night, Made vocal by my fong, and taught his praise. If beter thou belong not to the dawn, Hail universal Lord ! be bounteous stiil Strepade of day, that crown'st the finiling morn To give us only good; and if the night Was bright circlet, praise him in thy iphere, Have gather daught of evil
, or conceald, Wada; anes, that lueet hour of prime.
Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark. Thast., of this great world both eye and soul, Accor.edge him thy greater, found his praise In thy sternal course, both when thou climb'st, § 3. On the Deity. Mrs. Barbauld. And when high noon haft gain’d, and when thou I READ God's awful name emblazon'd high,
With golden letters on th' illumin'd sky; Moon, that now meet'it the orient sun, now fly'st Nor leis the mystic characters I see, With the fx'd stars, fix'd in their orb that flies, Wrought in each flower, inscribid on ev'ry tree;