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NHG-P.774.026
8 Apr 1774:41 (911)
Oft have I view'd in admiration lost,
Heav'n's sumptuous canopy, & starry host,
With level'd tube, and astronomic eye
Pursue the planets whirling thro' the sky:
Immensurable vault! where thunders roll,
And forky lightnings flash from pole to pole.
Say, infidel! canst thou survey
Yon globe of fire, that gives the golden day,
Th' harmonious of this vast machine,
And not confess its architect divine!
Then go, vain wretch! tho' deathless by thy soul,
Go, swell the riot, and exhaust the bowl,
Plunge into vice, humanity resign,
Go, fill the stie, and bristle into swine!
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