A Collection of Psalms and Hymns ‎#C.Xc

C.Xc. Eupolis's Hymn to the Creator: Part III

1 Thou, Sole from Sole, command'st the Sun
Round on the burning Axles run;
The Stars like Dust around him fly
And strew the Area of the Sky.
He drives so swift his Race above
That Mortals can't perceive him move;
So smooth his Couse, oblique or streight,
Olympus shakes not with his Weight.

2 As the fair Queen of solemn Night
Fills at the Vase her Orb of Light,
Imparted Lustre; thus we see
The solar Virtue shines by thee.
Eiresione we'll no more
Imaginary Power adore,
Since Oil and Wool and chearing wine
And Life-sustaining Bread are thine.

3 The fragrant Thyme, the bloomy rose,
Flower and Herb and Shrub that grows
Or on Thessalian Tempe's Plain,
Or where the rich Sabeans reagn;
That tret the Tast, or Smell, or Sight,
Fro Food, for Medecine, or Delight,
All planted by thy parent Care
Do spring and smile and flourish there.

Text Information

• First Line: Thou, Sole from Sole, command'st the Sun
• Title: Eupolis's Hymn to the Creator: Part III
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1737

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