Tell how the parts of light through clouds
Of shades their lustre share,
Ev'n as the east wind scatters clouds,
And clears the ambient air?

Discover plain, how doth the light
Its radiant wings display,
Hot to pursue the flying night,
And spread the dawning day?

[Each morning makes a mighty change
By the return of light;
Each ev'ning too, seems equal strange,
By the relapse of night:

Yet men, who still the change expect,
And see't without surprise,
These daily miracles neglect,
Just wrought before their eyes.]