Oh Thou who hast made this starry Whole,
Who hast fixed on high Thy throne;
Who biddest the Blue above us roll,
At Thy bidding she turns, the changing Moon
To her Brother her full-fed fire,
Thou givest the word, and the westering Star, The Hesper who watched o'er Night's upspringing, Changing his course, shines eastward far, Phosphor now, for the Sun's inbringing.
When the leaves fall fast, 'neath Autumn's blast, Thou shortenest the reign of light. In radiant June Thou scatterest soon The fast-flown hours of night.
The leaves which fled from the cruel North Are with Zephyr's breath returning, And from seeds which the Bear saw dropped in earth Springs the corn for the Dog-star's burning.
Thus all stands fast by Thine old decree,
Nothing wavers in Nature's plan:
Oh! why is the wheel of Fortune rolled,
While guilt Thy vengeance shuns?
Why doth Virtue skulk where none may see
In the great world's corners dim?
No storm the perjurer's soul o'erwhelms,
Serene the false one stands:
Oh Ruler! look on these lives of ours,
Thus dashed on Fortune's sea.
Ah! quell these waves with their tossings high;
Let them own Thy bound and ban:
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