3 Kinge. Becken'd from farr
By Thy fair starr,20
Lo, at last haue found our way.
Chorus. To Thee, Thou Day of Night! Thou East of West!
Lo, we at last haue found the way
To Thee, the World's great vniuersal East,
The generall and indifferent Day.25
1 Kinge. All-circling point! all-centring sphear!
The World's one, round, æternall year:
2 Kinge. Whose full and all-vnwrinkled face
Nor sinks nor swells with time or place;
3 Kinge. But euery where and euery while30
Is one consistent, solid smile:
1 Kinge. Not vext and tost
2 Kinge. 'Twixt Spring and frost;
3 Kinge. Nor by alternate shredds of light,
Sordidly shifting hands with shades and Night.35
Chorus. O little all! in Thy embrace
The World lyes warm, and likes his place;
Nor does his full globe fail to be
Kist on both his cheeks by Thee.
Time is too narrow for Thy year,40
Nor makes the whole World Thy half-sphear.
1 Kinge. To Thee, to Thee
From him we flee.