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Thoughts on the Works of Providence.

ARISE, my soul, on wings enraptur'd, rise
To praise the monarch of the earth and skies,
Whose goodness and beneficence appear
As round its centre moves the rolling year,

Or when the morning glows with rosy charms,

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Or the sun slumbers in the ocean's arms:
Of light divine be a rich portion lent
To guide my soul, and favour my intent.
Celestial muse, my arduous flight sustain,

And raise my mind to a seraphic strain!

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Ador'd for ever be the God unseen,
Which round the sun revolves this vast machine,
Though to his eye its mass a point appears:
Ador'd the God that whirls surrounding spheres,

Which first ordain'd that mighty Sol should reign

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The peerless monarch of th' ethereal train: