Nor holy rapture wanted they to praise Flowed from their lips, in prose or numerous verse, To add more sweetness; and they thus began. These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty! Thine this universal frame, 147 Thus wonderous fair; Thyself how wonderous then! 155 Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Him first, him last, him midst, and without end, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn Thou Sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge him thy greater; sound his praise 164 172 VOL. I. M In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gained, and when thou fall'st. Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, 173 181 190 198 |