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THE
UNIVERSE
A
POEM.
Thy Works, Eternal Power by whom she sings!
The Muse attempts, and tunes the sounding Strings:
To Heav'n and Thee her Adoration raise,
And form the Song devoted to thy Praise!
The Muse attempts, and tunes the sounding Strings:
To Heav'n and Thee her Adoration raise,
And form the Song devoted to thy Praise!
Around thy Throne, the Creatures of thy Hand,
Spirits immortal, rang'd in Order stand,
Attend thy Nod, fulfil thine high Command:—
And what is Man, who dares dispute thy Sway?
A crawling Worm! an Insect of a Day!
Spirits immortal, rang'd in Order stand,
Attend thy Nod, fulfil thine high Command:—
And what is Man, who dares dispute thy Sway?
A crawling Worm! an Insect of a Day!
Vain