Fairest of all, bright Urania!
Who, on Helicon's top, sing to the golden stars,
When Night draws all her curtains round,
And far over the hills shines the moon's mellow light;
First she gilds the tall mountain-top,
Then on glittering streams, and the wide-spreading plain,
And the dark waves of the tossing sea,
Pours all her mellowest beams, till earth and ocean smile.
Fairest of all, bright Urania!
Sing to thy golden-stringed lyre, sing the sweet song of Heaven.
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