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How various, Lord, thy Works are found
For which thy Wisdom we adore
The Earth is with thy Treasure crown'd,
Till Natures Hand can grasp no more.
Thou for a Moment hid'st thy Face,
The numerous Ranks of Creatures mourn:
Thou tak'st their Breath, ail Nature's Race
Forthwith to Mother Earth return.
Again thou send'st thy Spirit forth,
T'inspire the Mass with vital Seed
Nature's restor'd, and Parent Earth
Smiles on her newcreated Breed.
Thus through successive Ages Bands
Firm fixt thy providential Care;
Pleas'd with the Work of thy own Hands,
Thou doll the Wastes of Time repair.
