Of what important use to human kind;
To what great ends subservient is the wind!
Behold, where'er this active vapor flies,
It drives the clouds and agitates the skies;
This from stagnation and corruption saves
The deep deep ocean's ever rolling waves;
This animals to succour life demand,
For should the air unventilated stand,
The languid deep corrupted, would contain,
Blue deaths and secret stores of raging pain,
The scorching sun would with a fatal beam,
Make all the void with births malignant teem,
Exhaling vapors would be turn'd to swarms
Ci noxious insects and destructive worms.
Another blessing which the breathing wind,
Benevolent conveys to human kind,
Is that it cools and qualifies the air

And with sweet breezes distant regions cheer.
Ye sable nations of the torrid zone,

How well to you, is this great bounty known;
As frequent gales from the wide ocean rise,
To fan your air, and moderate your skies ;
Had not Jehovah this provision made,

By which your air is cool'd, your sun allay'd ;
Destroy'd by too intense a flame, the land

Had lain a parch'd inhospitable sand;

But the fresh breeze, that from the ocean blows,
From the wide lake, or from the mountain snows.
So soothes the air, and mitigates the sun;
So cures the regions of the sultry zone,
That oft with nature's blessings they abound,
Frequent in people, and with plenty crown'd.
As active winds relieve the air and land,
The seas no less their useful blasts demand.

Without this aid, the ship would ne'er advance,
Along the deep, and o'er the billows dance :
No vessel with white canvass wing'd, would fly,
And with their waving streamers sweep the sky:
No mutual traffic, merchants could maintain;
No manufact❜ries change to mutual gain..
See how the vapors congregated, rear
Their curling columns, and obscure the air,
Forgetful of their gravity, they rise,
Renounce the centre and usurp the skies;

Where form'd to clouds, they their black lines display,
And take their airy march, as winds convey.
Sublime in air, while they their course pursue,
They from their fleeces shape the pearly dew,
On the parch'd mountain, and with genial rain,
Renew the forest, and refresh the plain;
They shed their healing juices on the ground,
Cement the crack and close the gaping wound;
Did not the vapors by the solar heat,

Thin'd, and exhal'd, rise to their airy seat;
Or not in watry clouds collected fly,
Then form'd to chrystal drops desert the sky,
The fields would no recruits of moisture find,
But by the sun-beam dry'd, and by the wind,
Would never plant, or flow'r, or fruit produce;
Or for the beast, or for the master's use.

See, and revere th' artillery of heav'n,
Drawn by the gale, or by the tempest driv❜n,
Thunder and fire, the floating batt'ries make,
O'erturn the mountains, and the forests shake;
This way and that, they drive the atmosphere,
And its wide bosom from corruption clear ;
While their bright flame consumes the sulphur trains,
And noxious vapors, which infect our veins.

Thus they refine the vital element,

Secure our health, and growing plagues prevent,
And thus, the forest ash, and mountain pine,
The tow'ring cedar and the humble vine,
The drooping willow that o'ershades the flood,
And each spontaneous offspring of the wood,
With the tall poplars, which from earth arise,
And wave their nodding heads amid the skies,
Are nurtur'd with the trees that fruits produce,
Some for delightful taste, and some for use,
With sprouting plants that fringe the plain and wood,
For physic some, and some design'd for food.
Thus fragrant flow'rs with charming colors dy'd,
On fertile meads unfold their gaudy pride.

Revere these scenes, these boundless scenes survey,
Which angels ne'er can paint....then tyrant say,
On this wide field of wonders can you find,
A specimen of rage or cruelty design'd;
Does God examples for your lust display,
In word or deed, say, cruel despot, say ?
Then tyrant, love him, who ne'er lov'd before;
Ye saints that love, admire, and love him more!
He is your Maker, Father, and your God,
Ye are his sons and servants, bought with blood.

Still farther view Jehovah's grand design,
Then own and praise th' art'ficer divine.
Regard the orbs sublime, in æther borne,

Which the blue regions of the skies adorn ;
Compar'd with whose extent, this low hung ball,
Shrunk to a point, is despicably small;

Their number, counting those the unaided eye
Can see, or by the telescope descry;
With those which in the adverse hemisphere,
Or near each pole, to lands remote appear,

The widest stretch of human thought exceeds,
And in th' attentive mind, amazement breeds;
While these so numʼrous, and so vast in size,
In various ways, roll thro' the spangled skies;
Thro' crossing roads, perplex'd and intricate,
Perform their stages, and their rounds repeat;
None by collision from their course are driv'n,
No shocks, no conflicts, break the peace of heav'n,
No shatter'd globes, no glowing fragments fall,
No worlds o'erturn'd, crush this terrestrial ball;
In beauteous order, all the orbs advance,
And in their mazy complicated dance :
Not in one part of all the pathless sky,
Did any ever halt, or slip awry.
COPERNICUS, who justly did condemn
The eldest system, form'd a wiser scheme,
In which he leaves the sun at rest, and rolls
The orb terrestrial on its proper poles,
Which makes the night and day by this career,
And by its slow and crooked course, the year.
The famous Dane, who oft the modern guides,
To earth and sun their provinces divides;
The earth's rotations makes the night and day,
The sun revolving thro' the ecliptic way,
Affects the various seasons of the year,
Which in their turn, for happy ends appear:
KEPLER asserts, these wonders may be done,
By the magnetic virtue of the sun :

Which he to gain his end, thinks fit to place,
Full in the centre of that mighty space,.
Which does the spheres, where planets roll, include,
And leaves him with attractive force endu❜d.

The sun thus seated, by mechanic laws,

The earth and ev'ry distant planet draws;

By which attraction, all the planets found
Within his reach, are turn'd in æther round,
Since all these rolling orbs the sun obey,
Who holds his empire by magnetic sway :
Since all are guided with an equal force,
Why are they so unequal in their course?
The Georgium Sidus high, with speed profound,
Six months and eighty-three years goes his round.
Saturn in thirty years, his ring completes,
Which swifter Jupiter in twelve repeats.
Mars, three and twenty months revolving spends,
The Earth in twelve, her annual journey ends.
Venus, thy race in twice four months is run;
Mercury three demands, and, lo! the moon,
Her revolution finishes in one.

If all at once are mov'd, and by one string,
Why so unequal in their annual ring?
Philosophers may spare their toil, 'tis vain
The cause of heav'nly motions to explain.
No cause of these appearances they'll find,
But pow'r exerted by th' eternal mind,
Which thro' their roads the orbs celestial drives
And this or that, determin'd motion gives,
The great I AM, does all the worlds control,
Which by his order, this and that way roll;
From him they take a delegated force,

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And at his high command, maintain their course;
But if the earth and each erratic world,
Around the sun their proper centre whirl'd,

Compose but one extended vast machine,
And from one spring their motions all begin :
Does not so wide, so intricate a frame,
Yet so harmonious, sov'reign art proclaim?
This wide machine, the universe, regard,