The world's bright comforter, whose beamsome light
Poor creatures cheereth, mounting from the deep,
His course doth in prefixed compass keep;
And, as courageous giant, takes delight
To run his race and exercise his might,
Till him, down galloping the mountain's steep,
Clear Hesperus, smooth messenger of sleep,
Views; and the silver ornament of night
Forth brings, with stars past number in her train,
All which with sun's long borrowed splendour shine.
The seas, with full tide swelling, ebb again;
All years to their old quarters new resign;
The winds forsake their mountain-chambers wild,
And all in all things with God's virtue filled.