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Universal Praise.

Soft-roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers,

In mingled clouds to Him; whose sun exalts,

Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints.

Ye forests bend, ye harvests wave, to Him;
Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart,
As home he goes beneath the joyous moon.
Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep
Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams,
Ye constellations, while your angels strike,
Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre.
Great source of day ! best image here below
Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide,
From world to world, the vital ocean round,
On Nature write with every beam. His praise.
The thunder rolls: be hushed the prostrate world ;
While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn.
Bleat out afresh ye hills : ye mossy rocks,
Retain the sound : the broad responsive low,
Ye valleys, raise ; for the Great Shepherd reigns ;
And his unsuffering kingdom yet will come.
Ye woodlands all, awake : a boundless song
Burst from the groves and when the restless day,
Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep,
Sweetest of birds ! sweet Philomela, charm
The listening shades, and teach the night his praise.
Ye chief, for whom the whole creation smiles,
At once the head, the heart, and tongue of all,
Crown the great hymn ! in swarming cities vast,
Assembled men, to the deep organ join
. The long-resounding voice, oft breaking clear,
At solemn pauses through the swelling base ;
And, as each mingling flame increases each,
In one united ardour rise to heaven.

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Universal Praise.

Or if you rather choose the rural shade,
And find a fane in every sacred grove; 90
There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay,
The prompting seraph, and the poet’s lyre,
Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll.
For me, when I forget the darling theme,
Whether the blossom blows, the Summer-ray 95
Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams ;
Or Winter rises in the blackening east ;
Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more,
And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat
Should fate command me to the farthest verge 100
Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes,
Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun
Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam
Flames on the Atlantic isles; 'tis naught to me :
Since God is ever present, ever felt, 105
In the void waste as in the city full ;
And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
When even at last the solemn hour shall come,
And wing my mystic flight to future worlds,
I chearful will obey ; there, with new powers, 1 1 O
Will rising wonders sing : I cannot go
Where Universal Love smiles not around,
Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns;
From seeming Evil still educing Good,
And Better thence again, and Better still, | 1.5
In infinite progression. But I lose
Myself in Him, in Light ineffable :
Come then, expressive silence, muse His praise !

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