On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end ! Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet,... The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry - Page 19 1806 - 304 pages Full view -
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