Though worthiest still by all to be admir’d.
XIX.
Such were creation’s first imperfect hours,
When the gay heav’ns in early beauty shone,
And earth, bedeck’d with beasts, birds, plants, and flow’rs,
Spread all her bosom to the genial sun;
XX.
Unfinish’d still the mighty work appear’d,
Till Man, the lord of all, was bid to rise;
With open brow his face divine who rear’d,