The Adamus exul of Grotius; or The Prototype of Paradise Lost — page 38: what you’re looking at

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A TRAGEDY.—ACT II. 21 Thee the sun doth ever sing, Glorious in his giant might, Girding with electric ring _Each thunder-belted satellite ; In his blaze we seraphs fly, Light and love in every plume, And from his beams all earnestly Drink living splendors, and relume The faded hues of ecstasy. Thee the starry hosts obey, Dancing in their mazy mood ; Earth’s far planet owns thy sway In its exiled solitude. O thou central Home of rest, North, and south, and east, and west, Point to thee, the first, the best ; Bless thy bounty, and are blest ! Thee, the breezy zephyr calls, Waving light his viewless fan ; Thee, the roaring seneschals Of tempest and mad hurricane, Invoke. The flashing lightnings dance Before thee, and grim thunders play, But harm not the fair countenance Of earth on this her natal day. Mountain-torrents clap their hands, Mighty rivers sound thy praise, Wandering streams of every land, Murmuring thro’ their tangled ways, , Towards the great ocean,—azure glass Of the eternal skies around, O’er which the entrancéd spirits pass, Mingling strange voices with its sound. When liquid day comes glittering through The golden vistas of the dawn, Man and his subject race anew Rise up, exulting in fresh morn : And every fierce and savage brood, , ‘That nightly blood-stained revels swell, Glide to their forest solitude, And all day long keep centinel. Here, by the heavenward hills supplied With living waters, thou dost make Sweet fountains gush on every side, In which wild beasts eagerly slake Their thirst; and o’er their shining way Poetic birds rejoicing sing, And fill the vocal woods all day With music’s loveliest echoing. ECOMcoOolkKS.corn @