His wisdom form'd great nature's mighty frame, And make thine empire o'er thy vassals known. lies open to our sight. Dr. HERSCHEL has added to the former catalogue, thirty thousand, on which he has made particular obscr. vations. LA LANDE has, even with an imperfect telescope, ase certained the places of forty-three thousand, four hundred stars; and doubts not but, with Dr. HERSCHEL's telescope, ninety millions may be discovered !-Nor are we, from hence, to suppose that this vast number comprizes all the fixed stars, or suns, that have been created : For, in the language of the pious HERVEY,"could we soar beyond the moon, and pass through all the planetary choir ; could we wing our way to the highest apparent star, and take our stand on the loftiest pinnacle of our hemisphere we should then only find ourselves advanced to the suburbs of ereation !" Bid the sun shine: command the winds to cease: Make the rains fall: or chide the seas to peace. What! are these deaf?-once more exert thy sway: Try which of all thy subjects will obey : Enjoin the tyger to refrain from blood, The meanest of thy vassals dares withstand, Being of Beings! self-existing One! Whilst, all amaz'd, thy wonders I survey, Grant me to learn thy will, and what thou will'st [obey ! Nor grievous is the task : for still we find Man's happiness is with his duty join'd, And for rebellion only, wretchedness assign'd. Nor are thy laws perplext, (as some have taught, Could'st ne'er command what can't be understood : Like some mad tyrant, of his power proud, Much diff'rent are the maxims of thy reign : . Not one, of all thy creatures, can complain : And mercy sits, triumphant on thy throne. نسيا From ev'ry coast there lies a road to Heaven, And thou to all a faithful guide hast giv’n, A safe director pointing out the way, Hail, sacred Reason! glorious ! and divine ! What thou command'st, O! let me still obey ; And joyous follow, where thou lead'st the way! Sprung from the earth, a creature proud and vain, Man struts his time, then sinks to earth again. Though all around ten thousand wonders rise, Still pleasure casts a mist before his eyes; Now cares of wealth his groveling soul employ, Now wild ambition is his darling joy, While God's amazing works unheeded pass, Like images that fleet before a glass. Unwise! and thoughtless! impotent! and blind! Can wealth, or grandeur, satisfy the mind? Of all those pleasures mortals most admire, Is there one joy, sincere, that will not tire ? Afford that bliss we fancy in its arms ? Do thou, my soul, more glorious aims pursue: Observe how regular the Planets run, In stated times, their courses round the Sun, |