The Mosaic History of the Creation of the World / Illustrated by Discoveries and Experiments Derived from the Present Enlightened State of Science; With Reflections, Intended to Promote Vital and Practical Religion

by Thomas Wood

I call them all thy slaves;

Commissioned by my father’s will,

Poison shall cure, or balm shall kill;

Vernal suns or zephyr’s breath,

May burn or blast the plants to death,

That sharp December saves.

What can winds or planets boast

But a precarious power?

The sun is all in darkness lost,

Frost shall be fire, and fire be frost,