* UPBORNE aloft on venturous wing, While spurning earthly themes I soar Through paths untrod before, What God, what seraph shall I sing? Whom but Thee should I proclaim, Author of this wondrous frame? Eternal, uncreated Lord, Enshrined in glory’s radiant blaze! At whose prolific voice, whose potent word, Commanded Nothing swift retired, and worlds began their race. Thou, brooding o’er the realms of night, The’ unbottom’d, infinite abyss, Badest the deep her rage surcease, And saidst,