"To Neptune's bounds I stray To take my farewell of the parting day; For in the deep the sun his glory hides, A streak of gold the sea and land divides, The purple clouds their amber linings show, And edged with flame rolls every wave below. Here pensive I behold the fading light, And o'er the distant billow lose my sight. Now Night in silent state begins to rise, And twinkling orbs bestrew th' uncloudy skies; Her borrowed luster growing Cynthia lends, And in the main a glittering path extends; Millions of worlds hang in the spacious air, Which round their suns their annual circles steer. Sweet contemplation elevates my sense, While I survey the works of Providence. O could the Muse in loftier strains rehearse The glorious Author of the universe, Who reins the winds, gives the vast ocean bounds, And circumscribes the flaming worlds their rounds; My soul should overflow in songs of praise, And my Creator's name inspire my lays!" The Contemplation on Night is equally worthy of a true poet, and concludes with the following lines, which properly follow, and seem to continue, those just quoted. "When the pure soul is from the body flown, No more shall Night's alternate reign be known; The sun no more shall rolling light bestow, But from the Almighty streams of glory flow. Oh! may some nobler thought my soul employ, Than transient, empty, sublunary joy. The stars shall drop, the sun shall lose his flame, But thou, O God! forever shine the same."