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A Morning ODE.
Aurora, Queen of chearful Day,
Has chac'd the gloomy Shades away
Of melancholy Night;
The Sun, with peerless Lustre crown'd,
Now spreads the shining Blessing round,
And charms my ravish'd Sight.
Has chac'd the gloomy Shades away
Of melancholy Night;
The Sun, with peerless Lustre crown'd,
Now spreads the shining Blessing round,
And charms my ravish'd Sight.
O fairest Emblem of that Pow'r,
Whose gracious Influence we adore,
How glorious are thy Beams!
Thy Beams the solemn Woods pervade,
They gild the gay enamell'd Mead,
And glitter in the Streams!
Whose gracious Influence we adore,
How glorious are thy Beams!
Thy Beams the solemn Woods pervade,
They gild the gay enamell'd Mead,
And glitter in the Streams!
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Bright Phœbus, thou alone canst show
All that is great and good below,
Or elegant, or fair;
And, but for thy resplendent Light,
A long uncomfortable Night
Wou'd Human Life appear.
All that is great and good below,
Or elegant, or fair;
And, but for thy resplendent Light,
A long uncomfortable Night
Wou'd Human Life appear.
What-e'er is tempting to the View,
From thee derives its pleasing Hue,
And shews its comely Form:
For without thy disclosing Rays,
Beauty would lose its lovely Blaze,
And want the Pow'r to charm.
From thee derives its pleasing Hue,
And shews its comely Form:
For without thy disclosing Rays,
Beauty would lose its lovely Blaze,
And want the Pow'r to charm.
'Tis Light alone that can dispense
The Pleasures of the visual Sense,
Our principal Delight;
What envious Darkness would conceal,
Thy kind propitious Rays reveal,
And glad th'admiring Sight.
The Pleasures of the visual Sense,
Our principal Delight;
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Thy kind propitious Rays reveal,
And glad th'admiring Sight.
Can we the grateful Persian blame,
Who felt the warm enliv'ning Flame,
And saw it's dazling Ray,
If he, with Reverence Divine,
To Orosmades rais'd the Shrine,
And hymn'd the God of Day?
Who felt the warm enliv'ning Flame,
And saw it's dazling Ray,
If he, with Reverence Divine,
To Orosmades rais'd the Shrine,
And hymn'd the God of Day?
A God to him he well might seem,
Who never knew a higher Theme,
Than what blind Nature taught;
For Reason, unassisted, might,
Surpriz'd by such an Orb of Light,
Gaze with adoring Thought.
Who never knew a higher Theme,
Than what blind Nature taught;
For Reason, unassisted, might,
Surpriz'd by such an Orb of Light,
Gaze with adoring Thought.
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Ere the Supreme Almighty One
By his prophetic Seers was shown,
The Wise in Darkness trod!
'Till Revelation Reason join'd,
And lighted up the Human Mind,
To know th'Eternal God.
By his prophetic Seers was shown,
The Wise in Darkness trod!
'Till Revelation Reason join'd,
And lighted up the Human Mind,
To know th'Eternal God.
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