Three blossoms of heavenly beauty and grace,
Which you may in the following similes trace.
While one with the sun may in fervor compare,
The fixed centre whose glorious ardor we share;
The second resembles sweet Phœbe, whose light,
The reflex of the first, must illume the mind's night.
Then our third our own beautiful planet portrays,
Whose beautiful harmonies gladden our days.
The one ever ardent, inspiring, we find,
The other two sanctified spirits enshrined