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 372 Anne Bradjl reefs Works.

��Thy fwift Annual, and diurnal Couiie,

Th}^ daily ftreight, and yearly oblique path,

Thy plealing fervor, and thy fcorching force,

All mortals here the feeling knowledg hath.

Thy prefence makes it day, th}' abfence night,

Qiiaternal Seafons caufed by thy might:

Hail Creature, full of fweetnefs, beauty & delight.

��Art thou fo full of glory, that no Eye

Hath ftrength, thy fhining Rayes once to behold ?

And is thy fplendid Throne ereft fo high?

As to approach it, can no earthly mould.

How full of glory then muft thy Creator be ?

Who gave this bright light luller unto thee:

Admir'd, ador'd for ever, be that Majefty.

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Silent alone, w^here none or law, or heard,

In pathlefs paths I lead my wandring feet,

My humble Eyes to lofty Skyes I rear'd

To fmg fome Song, my mazed Mufe thought meet.

My great Creator I would magnifie.

That nature had, thus decked liberally:

But Ah, and Ah, again, my imbecility!

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