If I extend my views to distant skies,
What sure conviction dawns upon my soul?
Borne on a cherub’s plume, it seems to rise,
Seeking its destin’d reign, unconscious of controul.
And not alone amazement finds employ;
Here, pure devotion lends her awful ray,
Without whose light proves lifeless ev’ry joy
That decks the night, or ornaments the day.
“But when I drop mine eye and look on man,”
I see strong outlines of eternal peace;