VI ADVERTISEMENT. 



' How wond'rous is this scene ! where all is form'd 

 ' With number^ weight, and measure ! all design'd 



* For some great end ! where not alone the plant 

 "^ Of stately growth ; the herb of glorious hue, 



' Or food- full substance ; not the laboring steed, 



* The herd, and flock that feed us ; not the mine 

 ' That yields us stores for elegance, and use ; 



^ The sea that loads our table, and conveys 



' The wanderer man from clime to clime, with all 



' Those rolling spheres, that from on high shed down 



' Their kindly influence j not these alone, 



^ Which strike ev'n eyes incurious, but each moss, 



' Each shell, each crawling insect holds a rank 



' Important in the plan of Him, who fram'd 



' This scale of beings ; holds a rank, which lost 



' Would break the chain, and leave behind a gap 



^ Which Nature's self would rue. Almighty Being, 



^ Cause and support of all things, can I view 



^ These objects of my wonder ; can I feel 



' These fine sensations, and not think of thee ? 



^ Thou who dost thio' th' eternal round of time ; 



' Dost thro' th' immensity of space exist 



' Alone, shalt thou alone excluded be 



^ From this thy universe ? Shall feeble man 



' Think it beneath his proud philosophy 



* To call for thy assistance, and pretend 



' To frame a world, who cannot frame a clod ? — 



' Not to know thee, is not to know ourselves ? 



' Is to know nothing — nothing worth the care 



' Of man's exalted spirit — all becomes 



' Without thy ray divine, one dreary gloom ; 



' Wheke lurk the monsters of phantastic brains, 



' Order bereft of thought, uncaus'd effects. 



