Several Occasions.
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And o'er the Desarts of the Sky unfold
Their burning Spangles of sidereal Gold:
Thro' the wide Heav'ns she moves serenely bright,
Queen of the gay Attendants of the Night;
Orb above Orb in sweet Confusion lies,
And with a bright Disorder paints the Skies.
Their burning Spangles of sidereal Gold:
Thro' the wide Heav'ns she moves serenely bright,
Queen of the gay Attendants of the Night;
Orb above Orb in sweet Confusion lies,
And with a bright Disorder paints the Skies.
The Lord of Nature fram'd the show'ry Bow,
Turn'd its gay Arch, and bade its Colours glow;
Its radiant Circle compasses the Skies,
And sweetly the rich Tinctures faint, and rise;
It bids the Horrours of the Storm to cease,
Adorns the Clouds, and makes the Tempest please.
Turn'd its gay Arch, and bade its Colours glow;
Its radiant Circle compasses the Skies,
And sweetly the rich Tinctures faint, and rise;
It bids the Horrours of the Storm to cease,
Adorns the Clouds, and makes the Tempest please.
He, when deep-rolling Clouds blot out the Day,
And thund'rous Storms a solemn Gloom display;
Pours down a watry Deluge from on high,
And opens all the Sluices of the Sky;
And thund'rous Storms a solemn Gloom display;
Pours down a watry Deluge from on high,
And opens all the Sluices of the Sky;
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