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Creation fires my tongue!

Nature thy anthems raise;

And spread the universal song

Of thy Creator's praise!

Heaven's chief delight was Man

Before Creation's birth—

Ordained with joy to lead the van,

And reign the lord of earth.

When Sin was quite unknown,

And all the woes it brought,

He hailed the morn without a groan

Or one corroding thought.

When each revolving wheel

Assumed its sphere sublime,

Submissive Earth then heard the peal,

And struck the march of time. 11*