Classic Poem

The azur'd vault, the crystal circles bright,
The gleaming fiery torches powdered there,
The changing round, the shining beamy light,
The sad and bearded fires, the monsters fair:
The prodigies appearing in the air,
The rearding thunders, and the blustering winds,
The fowls, in hue, in shape, in nature rare,
The pretty notes that wing'd musicians finds:
In earth the sav'ry flowers, the metall'd minds,
The wholesome herbs, the haughty pleasant trees,
The silver streams, the beasts of sundry kinds,
The bounded roars, and fishes of the seas:
All these, for teaching man, the Lord did frame,
To do his will, whose glory shines in thame.