Original - Duke Divinity School

He in the Morn renews his radiant Round,
And warms the fragrant Bosom of the Ground;
But e’er the Noon of Day, in fiery Gleams
He darts the Glory of his blazing Beams;
Beneath the Burnings of his sultry Ray,
Earth to her Center pierc’d admits the Day;
Huge Vales expand, where Rivers rolled before,
And lessen’d Seas contract within their Shore.
O! Pow’r Supreme! O high above all height!
Thou gav’st the Sun to shine, and thou art Light!
Whether he falls or rises in the Skies,
He by thy Voice is taught to fall or rise;
Swiftly he moves, refulgent in his Sphere,
And measures out the Day, the Month, and Year;
He drives the Hours along with slower pace,
While the quick Minutes nimble run their Race:
He wakes the Flowers that sleep within the Earth,
And calls the fragrant Infants out to Birth;
The fragrant Infants paint th’enamel’d Vales,
And native Incense loads the balmy Gales;
The balmy Gales the Fragrancy convey
To Heav’n, and to their God an Off’ring pay.
By thy Command the Moon, as Day-light fades,
Lifts her broad Circle in the deep’ning Shades; … 153
Now in decrease by slow degrees she shrouds
Her fading Lustre in a Veil of Clouds;
Now reinforc’d, 154 her gathering Beams display
A blaze of Light, and give a paler Day; … 155
Thro’ the wide Heav’ns she moves serenely bright,
Queen of the Fair Attendants of the Night;
Orb above Orb in sweet Confusion lies,
And with a bright Disorder paints the Skies.
153 Wesley omits here, but restores in MSP and AM:
Array’d in Glory, and enthron’d in Light, / She breaks the solemn Terrors of the Night;
Sweetly inconstant in her varying Flame, / She changes still, another, yet the same!
154Wesley changes from “Now at increase,” but restores in MSP and AM.
155Wesley omits here, but restores in MSP and AM:
Ten Thousand Stars adorn her glittering Train, / Fall when she falls, and rise with her again;
And o’er the Desarts of the sky unfold / Their burning Spangles of sidereal Gold.
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