When first the beams of morning rise.

2The rising sun, serenely bright,

O'er the wide world's extended frame

Inscribes, in characters of light,

His mighty Maker's glorious name.

3The flowery tribes, all blooming, rise

Above the weak attempts of art;

Their bright, inimitable dyes

Speak sweet conviction to the heart.

4Ye curious minds, who roam abroad,