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And there by commons rude, or winding brooks, While I might breathe the air perfum'd with flowers, Or the fresh odours of the mountain turf; And gaze on clouds above me, as they sail'd Majestic: or remark the reddening north, When bickering arrows of electric fire Flash on the evening sky­—I made my prayer In unison with murmuring waves that now Swell with dark tempests, now are mild and blue, As the bright arch above; for all to me Declare omniscient goodness; nor need I Declamatory essays to incite My wonder or my praise, when every leaf That Spring unfolds, and every simple bud, More forcibly impresses on my heart His power and wisdom­—Ah! while I adore That goodness, which design'd to all that lives