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bending o'er my golden lyre, While waving light my wing of fire; Creation's regions to explore, To gaze, to wonder, to adore: While faithful to th' eternal will, My task of glory I fulfil; To rule the comet's dread career, To guide the planets on their sphere; While from this pure, empyreal sky, I dart my truth-enlighten'd eye; What mists involve yon changeful scene, How dark thy views, thou orb terrene! E'en now compassion clouds awhile Bright ecstasy's immortal smile! I see the flames of war consume Fair scenes that smil'd in glowing bloom;