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 And by his Neeſings there doth ſhine

A Light that is ſo clear;

His Eyes like to the Eye-lids of

The Morning doth appear.

Out of his Mouth go burning Lamps

And Sparks of Fire leap out

Out of his Noſtrils Smoke, as from

A ſeething pot goes out.

His Breath it kindleth Coals, a Flame

Out of his Mouth it burns;

In his Neck Strength remains, and Grief

To Joy before him turns.

Thus far my Thoughts on theſe five Days that's past,

What follows now is the ſixth and the laſt.

The Air above the Waters here below

With living Creatures both are furniſh'd ſo.

The Bird now ſoars aloft into the Air,

Now freely flies, and ſweetly ſingeth there.

The Fiſh, tho' mute, do that her Pleaſure ſwim,

And play herſelf in to the gliding Stream.

The Earth, who by its Maker was deſign'd

To be a Dwelling for the human Kind,

Void of all Creatures, ſtill as yet doth ly;

The Lord, to ſhew his All-ſufficiency,

Doth next and laſt in Order it ſupply.

The Lord he doth then upon the ſixth Day,

Creating Power again once more diſplay,

By which the Earth, which empty was before,

Of living Creatures he doth richly ſtore.

As each Day's Work that did this Day preceed,

Even ſo doth this great Admiration breed.