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82 It pleases me the heavens to view,

O'erspread with red and golden glows,

When first his lustres to renew,

His splendours Phoebus shows.

It pleases me, when bright his rays,

Above the zenith fiery shine,

To lose me in the thick wood's maze,

And in their shade recline.

When languidly he hides his head,

In last reflection, even then

The mountain heights I eager tread,

To follow him again.

And when the night its mantle wide

Extends around of beaming lights,

Their motions, measuring as they glide,

My watchful eye recites.

Then to my books return'd, with awe,

My wondering thoughts, to trace, rehearse

The course of that portentous law,

That rules the universe.

From them, and from the lofty height

Of such my thoughts, I then descend

To where my rustic friends await,

My leisure to attend.