WHILE on my sight yon glorious arch Pours all its sparkling fires, Awe-struck I gaze-the solemn view A pleasing dread inspires.

Scene of magnificence divine! At this majestic sight, Earth's feeble glories fading die, And lose themselves in night.

So sink the dew drops's wat'ry blaze Before the diamond's ray, So sink's the vapour's sickly beam Beneath the eye of day.

Worlds above worlds, in order bright, The boundless region fill, Father of light! from thee they spring, And move but by thy will.

See from the east, in solemn state, The stranger COMET rise, Pour o'er the Heavens his lucid train, And fix whole nation's eyes.

Creature of God! at thy approach How sinks the feeble mind, Studious of terrors, weakly seeks Ill-gounded fears to find.

Nor deems that God, whose power divine, First gave creation birth! Launch'd forth thy balls, and points the road, Which guides thee far from earth.

Tho' by his pow'r thro' boundless spaces Thy fires extended rove, Yet by his LOVE their harmless path Is trac'd- FOR GOD IS LOVE.

Then at thy sight, shall anxious fears Athwart the bosom roll? No!- rather adoration rise, And lift to heaven the soul.

LET's bow before, and still adore The LORD, whose pow'r is great, His all-seeing eye, sees earth and sky- Did all those orbs create.

Tho' some may fear, some judgment's near, Dire War- or Pestilence, It is most plain the Comet's train, Don't any plagues dispense.

'Tis sin-'tis sin that judgment's bring, Not orbs that roll the sky, This in the end may prove our friend- Sol's cheering rays supply.*

Let all confess their wickedness, And quit their evil ways-- May all strifes cease, and live in peace, And unto God give praise.

*It may perhaps soften the rigor of winter, and many people think it will.