II.

Ye fields of light, celestial plains,
Where gay tranfporting beauty reigns,
Ye scenes divinely fair!

Your Maker's wond'rous power proclaim,
Tell how he form'd your fhining frame,
And breath'd the fluid air.

III.

Ye Angels, catch the thrilling found!
While all th' adoring throngs around
His wond'rous mercy fing;

Let every listening faint above

Wake all the tuneful foul of love,

And touch the fweeteft ftring.

IV.

Join, ye loud fpheres, the vocal choir !
Thou dazzling Orb of liquid fire

The mighty Chorus aid:

Soon as grey Evening gilds the plain,
Thou Moon, protract the melting strain,
And praise Him in the shade.

V.

Thou Heav'n of heav'ns, His vast abode,
Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God!
Ye Thunders, fpeak His power!

Lo!

Lo! on the Lightnings gleamy wing
In triumph walks th' Eternal King,

Th' aftonish'd worlds adore *.

VI.

Whate'er the gazing eye can find,

That warms or foothes the mufing mind,

United praise bestow

;

Ye Dragons, found His dreadful name To heav'n aloud, and roar acclaim,

Ye fwelling Deeps, below!

VII.

Let every element rejoice:

Ye Tempests, raise

your mighty voice

To Him who bid you roll!

His praise in fofter notes declare

Each whispering breeze of yielding air,

And breathe it to the foul.

* There is in this verfe four lines wholly different both from Mr. Ogilvie's original manufcript and from the printed copy. They are, as follows.

---proclaim your forming God, Who call'd yon worlds from night! Ye fhades difpell!---th'Eternal faid! At once th' involving darknefs fled, And Nature fprung to light.

VIII. To

Whether thefe verfes (which are among the best in the poem) were or were not inferted in the

copy fent to England, the Author cannot pofitively determine. He believes they are his own. However, he has fubftituted four new lines in their place.

VIII.

To Him, Ye graceful cedars, bow!
Ye towering Mountains, bending low,
Your great Creator own!

Tell, when affrighted Nature fhook,
How Sinai kindled at His look,

And trembled at His frown.

IX.

Ye Flocks that haunt the humble vale,
Ye Infects fluttering on the gale,

In mutual concourfe rife!

Crop the gay rofe's vermeil bloom,
And waft its spoils, a sweet perfume,

In Incense to the skies.

X.

Wake all, ye mounting throngs, and fing!-
Ye plumy warblers of the Spring,

Harmonious anthems raise,

To him who fhap'd your finer mould,

Who tip'd your glittering wings with gold,
And tun'd your voice to praise.

XI.

Let man, by nobler paffions fway'd,

The feeling heart, the judging head,

In heav'nly praise employ;

Spread

Spread His tremendous name around,

Till heav'n's broad arch ring back the found,

The general burst of joy.

XII.

Ye, whom the charms of grandeur please,
Nurs'd on the filky lap of Eafe,

Fall proftrate at his throne!

Ye Princes, Rulers, all adore!

Praise Him, Ye Kings! who makes your power

Sigh His bleft name;-then foar away,
And ask an Angel's lyre.

VERSES

VERSES fent to a LADY with VOLTAIRE'S TEMPLE of TASTE.

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these

gay fcenes by glowing Fancy wrought, See Genius bright'ning thro' the veil of Thought! Each finish'd draught at once improves and warms, Each feature breathes, and every picture charms; The happy pencil long inured to please

Joins ftrength with tafte, and elegance with ease.

MARK in yon Temple's beamy domes reclin❜d, What forms all beauteous strike th' enraptur'd mind, The train whom Nature lent fuperior fire, Who stole her air, her accent, and her lyre; Who bid her form in breathing marble glow, Who pour'd her tranfports, and who felt her woe, Here rife, as Judgment points the road to Fame, To jufter manners, and a nobler aim: Thought nicely-true the copious plan reviews, And Fancy's hand supplies enlivening huės; Warm from the tints the fwelling Figures rife, And Life's blue beam illumes the speaking eyes;

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