Thy gloomy grandeurs (nature’s most august,
Inspiring aspect!) claim a grateful verse;
And, like a sable curtain starr’d with gold,
Drawn o’er my labours past, shall close the scene.
And what, O man! so worthy to be sung?
What more prepares us for the songs of heaven?
Creation, of archangels is the theme!
What, to be sung, so needful? What so well
Celestial joys prepare us to sustain?
The soul of man, His face design’d to see, 570