Shines out thy Maker! may I sing of thee?
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The vegetable world is also thine,
Parent of Seasons! who the pomp precede
That waits thy throne, as through thy vast domain,
Annual, along the bright ecliptic road,
In world-rejoicing state, it moves sublime.
Meantime th’ expecting nations, circled gay
With all the various tribes of foodful earth,
Implore thy bounty, or send grateful up