Thy warmer glories in the West behold;
Night’s radiant orbs in love and beauty roll,
Love rules the sky, and Beauty lights the whole.
What space contains, what ample air provides,
What earth unbosoms, or what ocean hides,
Thy power proclaims; each zephyr of the Spring,
That fans the season with his purple wing,
To Love belongs. Then each delightful bower
Thy presence feels, confessing Beauty’s power,
And blossoms into joy; the plumy throng,