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 Such beauty and beneficence combin'd; Shade, unperceiv'd, so softening into shade; And all so forming an harmonious whole; That, as they still succeed, they ravish still. But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not, marks not the mighty hand, That, ever-busy, wheels the silent spheres; Works in the secret deep; shoots, steaming, thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring: Flings from the sun direct the flaming day; Feeds every creature; hurls the tempest forth; And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, With transport touches all the springs of life.

, attend! join every living soul, Beneath the spacious temple of the sky, In adoration join; and, ardent, raise One general song! To, ye vocal gales, Breathe soft, whose in your freshness breathes: Oh talk of in solitary glooms! Where, o'er the rock, the scarcely-waving pine Fills the brown shade with a religious awe. And ye, whose bolder note is heard afar, Who shake th' astonish'd world, lift high to heaven Th' impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid, and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound stupendous praise; whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft-roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to ; whose sun exalts Rh