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...stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled...constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great source of day ! best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide,...

...bids you roar , or bids your roarings fall. Solf-roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and fiowers, In mingled clouds to him ; whose sun exalts , Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints, Ye forest bend, ye harvests wave, to him; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he...

...stupendous praise ; whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled...constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great source of day ! best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide,...