Again we hail the opening morn,
Again breaks forth the day new-born,
Which, rising in victorious might,
Chases away black-wandering night!
Again, my mind, in early songs
Praise Him to whom all praise belongs;
Who gave to morning dawn the light
Who gave the glittering stars to night,
Which to their Maker and their King
10Around the world in chorus sing.
For o'er prolific matter, high,
Moves ether pure in fiery sky;
Where glides the moon in glorious trim,
Cutting the last encircling rim:
For to the eighth revolving stream
The star-borne courses brightly gleam.
But now beyond the starry poles
A counter sea of glory rolls,
Unbosomed; and with dance divine
20Doth the Eternal Mind enshrine,
Which covered hath with hoary wings
The palace of the King of kings.
What is beyond none may relate,
Nor mind of man can penetrate:
Eternal severance restrains,
And happy silence ever reigns.
From Root, or Spring, or Fountain one
A threefold lighted Form hath shone:
For where the Father dwells above,
30There dwelleth too His own heart's love,
His glorious Son, wisdom perfèct,
And of all worlds the Architect:
And in the Unity combined
The Spirit's holy Light hath shined.
One Root of Good, one Fount of Love,
Whence sprung the bliss supreme above:
And the bright holy lamps divine
In equal glory ever shine.
And thence in this fair world of ours,
40With high-born intellectual powers,
A chorus now of deathless kings
The Triune glory ever sings.
And near the Fount of Love and Truth
Angelic band in changeless youth,
Guided by holy Wisdom's mind,
Immortal wreath of beauty find.
But some with dark averted eyes
Fall mindless from the lofty skies
Downward the gloomy depths among,
50And bring the higher world along;
Down, down to Matter's utmost bound,
Where, settling in the depth profound,
Nature assigns them birth and place,
A God-like,1212Lit: A much-talking and much-plotting crowd of demons (i. e. demigods). though God-fallen race.