Page:Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral.djvu/75

Show'rs may descend, and dews their gems disclose,
And nectar sparkle on the blooming rose.

Such is thy pow'r, nor are thine orders vain,
O thou the leader of the mental train:

In full perfection all thy works are wrought,

35

And thine the sceptre o'er the realms of thought.
Before thy throne the subject-passions bow,
Of subject-passions sov'reign ruler Thou;
At thy command joy rushes on the heart,

And through the glowing veins the spirits dart.

40

Fancy might now her silken pinions try
To rise from earth, and sweep th' expanse on high;
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$From Tithon's bed now might Aurora rise,
Her cheeks all glowing with celestial dies,

While a pure stream of light o'erflows the skies.

45

The monarch of the day I might behold,
And all the mountains tipt with radiant gold,