Well thou dark’nedst with amaze.

Moon! who star-attended glidest

Through the sky with queenly grace;

Shining now in placid splendour,

Veiling now with clouds thy face:

He who hides thee—brings light to thee

From that sun, whose Sun is He,

Was eclipsed,—his beams were clouded,

On the ignominious tree.

Thunder! who within thy cradle