Not so the soul refin’d, the views serene,
The solemn scene around—in wonder lost,
And contemplation of the great Supreme.
Thou whose strong arm supports these numerous worlds,
Rolling the year in periods various:
Thou who canst keep her ’midst ten thousand fears,
Safe from all harm, secure from ev’ry woe,
Thee She adores—and trusting all to thee,
In pious resignation waits th’ event.——
S——