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 Another Hoſt of Creatures now appears,

Each Marks of Power and divine Wiſdom bears:

Here we might find a Field wherein to treat,

Large like that Field, affords thoſe Creatures Meat,

Whoſe vaſt and huge Dimenſions to deſcry,

Doth all the Skill of Geographers try:

Philoſophers, for all the Pains they take.

And Searches into natural Things they make.

Into this Deep howe'er they plode, yet ſtill

They meet with Things that do ſurmount their Skill.

What Reaſon by them e'er can be aſſign'd.

Why Creatures differ ſo much in their Kind?

What various Sizes is there them among.

Some weak and feeble, others huge and ſtrong,

Who can for this aſſign another Cauſe?

But ſo the Will of their Creator was.

The Works of God are all ſo great and good,

To be admir'd, not fully underſtood:

As all God's Works, even ſo this ſixth Day's, can

Be but admir'd, not fathomed by Man.

The divine Word of Pow'r, at whoſe great Call

Nothing produced Matter, whereof all

Things they were made that's found in any where

Of Earth or Waters, or the open Air,

Call'd to the Earth, that now it forth ſhould bring

All Kind of Beaſts and every creeping Thing;