Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright!
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!
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