Against the little darling whom she bred,
Reard in her arms, and with her bosom fed; 235
But Thou wilt never thine own sons neglect,
Wilt never cease the righteous to protect.
O Lord, how various are thy works and great !
In wisdom were they all produc'd compleat!
With riches hast thou fill'd th' extensive earth, 240
Which brings luxuriantly her blessings forth;
The sea as well as the delightful land,
Declares the work of an almighty hand.
There bulky vessels make their trackless way,
And there Leviathan is wont to play,
Who seems, as high his monstrous bulk he heaves,
A massive island rising from the waves;
And yet spouts water as a gamesome boy,
Alofc, who throws it in a fit of joy.
His eyes effulgent with indignant scorn, 250
Are like the op’ning eyelids of the morn;
He swims the awful monarch of the flood,
And laughs at iron as at rotten wood.