Reveals, as ’twere, a store of heav’nly hopes
Possessing such a charm—
We shed our tribute tears.
Blest is the hoary head that can with joy
Behold the beauteous sight
Of the retiring Orb,—’neath clouds, so coy,
Fring’d with his golden light,
Without recurring sighs!
Whose magisterial beams so oft doth paint
In the unbounded Vast,