Hymn to Cynthia

• Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
• Now the sun is laid to sleep,
• Seated in thy silver chair,
• State in wonted manner keep.
• Hesperus entreats thy light,
• Goddess excellently bright.
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• Earth, let not thy envious shade
• Dare itself to interpose;
• Cynthia's shining orb was made
• Heaven to clear, when day did close.
• Bless us then with wishèd sight,
• Goddess excellently bright.
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• Lay thy bow of pearl apart,
• And thy crystal-shining quiver;
• Give unto the flying hart
• Space to breathe, how short soever;
• Thou that mak'st a day of night,
• Goddess excellently bright.