welcos the rapid nts, bids thepart,

nor asks if they bring ought to hope or fear.

i thank thee, author of this opening day!

thou whose bright sun now gilds yon orient skies!

riches denied, thy boon was purer joys—

what wealth could never give nor take away!

yet co, thou child of poverty and care,

the te high heav'n bestow'd, that te with thee i'll share.