ON
THE
GOODNESS
OF
THE
SUPREME
BEING
.
BY
THE
SAME
.
ORPHEUS
,
for
See
this
conjecture
strongly
supported
by
Delany
,
in
his
Life
of
David
.
so
the
Gentiles
call'd
thy
name
,
Israel's
sweet
Psalmist
,
who
alone
could'st
wake
Th'
inanimate
to
motion
;
who
alone
The
joyful
hillocks
,
the
applauding
rocks
,
And
floods
with
musical
persuasion
drew
;
Thou
who
to
hail
and
snow
gav'st
voice
and
sound
,
And
mad'st
the
mute
melodious
!
—
greater
yet
Was
thy
divinest
skill
,
and
rul'd
o'er
more
Than
art
and
nature
;
for
thy
tuneful
touch
Drove
trembling
Satan
from
the
heart
of
Saul
,
And
quell'd
the
evil
Angel
:
—
in
this
breast
Some
portion
of
thy
genuine
spirit
breathe
,
And
lift
me
from
myself
,
each
thought
impure
Banish
;
each
low
idea
raise
,
refine
,
Enlarge
,
and
sanctify
;
—
so
shall
the
muse
Above
the
stars
aspire
,
and
aim
to
praise
Her
God
on
earth
,
as
he
is
prais'd
in
heaven
.
Immense
Creator
!
whose
all-powerful
hand
Fram'd
universal
Being
,
and
whose
eye
Saw
like
thyself
,
that
all
things
form'd
were
good
;
Where
shall
the
timorous
bard
thy
praise
begin
,
Where
end
the
purest
sacrifice
of
song
,
And
just
thanksgiving
?
—
The
thought-kindling
light
,
Thy
prime
production
,
darts
upon
my
mind
Its
vivifying
beams
,
my
heart
illumines
,
And
fills
my
soul
with
gratitude
and
Thee
.
Hail
to
the
chearful
rays
of
ruddy
morn
,
That
paint
the
streaky
East
,
and
blithsome
rouse
The
birds
,
the
cattle
,
and
mankind
from
rest
!
Hail
to
the
freshness
of
the
early
breeze
,
And
Iris
dancing
on
the
new-fall'n
dew
!
Without
the
aid
of
yonder
golden
globe
Lost
were
the
garnet's
lustre
,
lost
the
lily
,
The
tulip
and
auricula's
spotted
pride
;
Lost
were
the
peacock's
plumage
,
to
the
sight
So
pleasing
in
its
pomp
and
glossy
glow
.
O
thrice-illustrious
!
were
it
not
for
Thee
Those
pansies
,
that
reclining
from
the
bank
,
View
thro'
th'
immaculate
,
pellucid
stream
Their
portraiture
in
the
inverted
heaven
,
Might
as
well
change
their
tripled
boast
,
the
white
,
The
purple
,
and
the
gold
,
that
far
outvie
The
Eastern
monarch's
garb
,
ev'n
with
the
dock
,
Ev'n
with
the
baneful
hemlock's
irksome
green
.
Without
thy
aid
,
without
thy
gladsome
beams
The
tribes
of
woodland
warblers
would
remain
Mute
on
the
bending
branches
,
nor
recite
The
praise
of
him
,
who
,
e'er
he
form'd
their
lord
,
Their
voices
tun'd
to
transport
,
wing'd
their
flight
,
And
bade
them
call
for
nurture
,
and
receive
;
And
lo
!
they
call
;
the
blackbird
and
the
thrush
,
The
woodlark
,
and
the
redbreast
jointly
call
;
He
hears
and
feeds
their
feather'd
families
,
He
feeds
his
sweet
musicians
,
—
nor
neglects
Th'
invoking
ravens
in
the
greenwood
wide
;
And
tho'
their
throats
coarse
ruttling
hurt
the
ear
,
They
mean
it
all
for
music
,
thanks
and
praise
They
mean
,
and
leave
ingratitude
to
man
,
—
But
not
to
all
,
—
for
hark
the
organs
blow
Their
swelling
notes
round
the
cathedral's
dome
,
And
grace
th'
harmonious
choir
,
celestial
feast
To
pious
ears
,
and
med'cine
of
the
mind
;
The
thrilling
trebles
and
the
manly
base
Join
in
accordance
meet
,
and
with
one
voice
All
to
the
sacred
subject
suit
their
song
.
While
in
each
breast
sweet
melancholy
reigns
Angelically
pensive
,
till
the
joy
Improves
and
purifies
;
—
the
solemn
scene
The
Sun
thro'
storied
panes
surveys
with
awe
,
And
bashfully
with-holds
each
bolder
beam
.
Here
,
as
her
home
,
from
morn
to
eve
frequents
The
cherub
Gratitude
;
—
behold
her
eyes
!
With
love
and
gladness
weepingly
they
shed
Ecstatic
smiles
;
the
incense
,
that
her
hands
Uprear
,
is
sweeter
than
the
breath
of
May
Caught
from
the
nectarine's
blossom
,
and
her
voice
Is
more
than
voice
can
tell
;
to
him
she
sings
,
To
him
who
feeds
,
who
clothes
,
and
who
adorns
,
Who
made
,
and
who
preserves
,
whatever
dwells
In
air
,
in
stedfast
earth
,
or
sickle
sea
.
O
He
is
good
,
he
is
immensely
good
!
Who
all
things
form'd
,
and
form'd
them
all
for
man
;
Who
mark'd
the
climates
,
varied
every
zone
,
Dispensing
all
his
blessings
for
the
best
In
order
and
in
beauty
:
—
rise
,
attend
,
Attest
,
and
praise
,
ye
quarters
of
the
world
!
Bow
down
,
ye
elephants
,
submissive
bow
To
Him
,
who
made
the
mite
;
tho'
Asia's
pride
,
Ye
carry
armies
on
your
tower-crown'd
backs
,
And
grace
the
turban'd
tyrants
,
bow
to
Him
Who
is
as
great
,
as
perfect
,
and
as
good
In
his
less
striking
wonders
,
till
at
length
The
eye's
at
fault
,
and
seeks
th'
assisting
glass
.
Approach
and
bring
from
Araby
the
blest
,
The
fragrant
cassia
,
frankincense
,
and
myrrh
,
And
meekly
kneeling
at
the
altar's
foot
Lay
all
the
tributary
incense
down
.
Stoop
,
sable
Africa
,
with
reverence
stoop
,
And
from
thy
brow
take
off
the
painted
plume
;
With
golden
ingots
all
thy
camels
load
T'
adorn
his
temples
,
hasten
with
thy
spear
Reverted
,
and
thy
trusty
bow
unstrung
,
While
unpursued
thy
lions
roam
and
roar
,
And
ruin'd
towers
,
rude
rocks
,
and
caverns
wide
Remurmur
to
the
glorious
,
surly
sound
.
And
thou
,
fair
Indian
,
whose
immense
domain
To
counterpoise
the
Hemisphere
extends
,
Haste
from
the
West
,
and
with
thy
fruits
and
flowers
,
Thy
mines
and
med'cines
,
wealthy
maid
,
attend
.
More
than
the
plenteousness
so
fam'd
to
flow
By
fabling
bards
from
Amalthea's
horn
Is
thine
;
thine
therefore
be
a
portion
due
Of
thanks
and
praise
:
come
with
thy
brilliant
crown
And
vest
of
furr
;
and
from
thy
fragrant
lap
Pomegranates
and
the
rich
Ananas
,
the
Indian
name
for
pine-apples
.
ananas
pour
.
But
chiefly
thou
,
Europa
,
seat
of
Grace
And
Christian
excellence
,
his
Goodness
own
,
Forth
from
ten
thousand
temples
pour
his
praise
;
Clad
in
the
armour
of
the
living
God
Approach
,
unsheath
the
Spirit's
flaming
sword
;
Faith's
shield
,
Salvation's
glory
,
—
compass'd
helm
With
fortitude
assume
,
and
o'er
your
heart
Fair
truth's
invulnerable
breast-plate
spread
;
Then
join
the
general
chorus
of
all
worlds
,
And
let
the
song
of
charity
begin
In
strains
seraphic
,
and
melodious
prayer
.
"
O
all-sufficient
,
all-beneficent
,
"
Thou
God
of
Goodness
and
of
Glory
,
hear
!
"
Thou
,
who
to
lowliest
minds
dost
condescend
,
"
Assuming
passions
to
enforce
thy
laws
,
"
Adopting
jealousy
to
prove
thy
love
:
"
Thou
,
who
resign'd
humility
uphold
,
"
Ev'n
as
the
slorist
props
the
drooping
rose
,
"
But
quell
tyrannic
pride
with
peerless
power
,
"
Ev'n
as
the
tempest
rives
the
stubborn
oak
:
"
O
all-sufficient
,
all-beneficent
,
"
Thou
God
of
Goodness
and
of
Glory
,
hear
!
"
Bless
all
mankind
,
and
bring
them
in
the
end
"
To
heaven
,
to
immortality
,
and
THEE
!
"