In mystic Dance not without Song, resound

With wheels yet hovring ore the Ocean brim, [ 140 ]

Shot paralel to the earth his dewie ray,

But first from under shadie arborous roof,

And choral symphonies, Day without Night,

Unmeditated, such prompt eloquence

While day arises, that sweet hour of Prime. [ 170 ]

Thou Sun, of this 九九藏書great World both Eye and Soule,

And when high Noon hast gaind, and when thou fallst.

Thir Maker, in fit strains pronounct or sung

Soon as they forth were come to open sight

With thy bright Circlet, praise him in thy Spheare

Discovering in wide Lantskip all the East

Speak yee who best can tell, ye Sons of Ligh九-九-藏-書t, [ 160 ]

On Earth joyn all ye Creatures to extoll

Unspeakable, who sitst above these Heavens

In various style, for neither various style

In thy eternal course, both when thou climbst,

If better thou belong not to the dawn,

Sure pledge of day, that crownst the smiling Morn

Fairest of Starrs, last in the train of Night九*九*藏*書,

In these thy lowest works, yet these declare

Of Paradise and Edens happie Plains,

Of day-spring, and the Sun, who scarce up risen

More tuneable then needed Lute or Harp

Almightie, thine this universal Frame,

Acknowledge him thy Greater, sound his praise

These are thy glorious works, Parent of good,

Circle his Throne rejoycread.99csw.coming, yee in Heavn,

To add more sweetness, and they thus began.

Angels, for yee behold him, and with songs

Thir Orisons, each Morning duly paid [ 145 ]

Thy goodness beyond thought, and Power Divine:

Flowd from thir lips, in Prose or numerous Verse, [ 150 ]

To us invisible or dimly seen

Thus wondrous fair; thy self how wondrous theread.99csw.comn! [ 155 ]

His praise, who out of Darkness calld up Light.

Moon, that now meetst the orient Sun, now flist [ 175 ]

Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. [ 165 ]

Lowly they bowd adoring, and began

Nor holy rapture wanted they to praise

With the fixt Starrs, fixt in thir Orb that flies,

And yee five other wandring Fires that move