In the Hermit

M. His goods a glass to measure human breath, The books of wisdom, and the spade of death.

P. Fresh o'er the gay parterres the breezes creep, And shake the neighb'ring wood to banish sleep.

M. With fresh'ning airs o'er gay parterres they creep, And shake the rustling groves to banish sleep.

P. Now night's dim shades again involve the sky.

M. When dusky twilight bid the night prepare, To light with radiant drops the dark'ning air;

P. The form etherial bursts upon the sight, And moves in all the majesty of light.

M. So when the sun his dazzling splendour shrowds, Yet just begins to break the veiling clouds; A bright effulgence at the first is seen, But shorn of beams, and with a mist between, Soon the full glory bursts upon the sight, And moves in all the majesty of light.

M. So loud thro' rocks the tumbling waters stray, Then glide beneath the fall unheard away.

P. The Maker justly claims that world he made. In this the right of Providence is laid; Its sacred Majesty, &c.

M. Eternal God the world's foundations laid, He made what is, and governs what he made, His sacred Majesty, &c.