CELESTIAL HARMONY. BROWN. WHAT power can every passion's throne control? At wisdom's call she rob'd yon glittering skies, Attun'd the spheres, and taught consenting orbs to rise; Angels wrapt in wonder stond, And saw that "all was fair, and all was good." 'Twas then, ye sons of God! in bright array Ye shouted o'er creation's day; Then kindling into joy, The morning stars together sung; And through the vast ethereal sky Seraphic hymns and loud hosannahs rung. FINIS. BALNE, PRINTER, GRACECHURCH STREET, |