1Must I be still confined to this sad grove
Whenas those vast and glorious globes above
treble motions move?
Hermes moves in endless day,
5Being underneath the sun’s illustrious ray.
6Next lovely Venus swiftly hurries round
7The sun’s bright throne, with equal luster crowned.
Tellus, to whom
Sol his light extends,
9Runs round his orb; fair
Cynthia her attends,
irradiates with constant light,
11Though she appears so various to our sight.
Mars, soldier-like, no
sabbath ever knows,
13For round the fount of light he ever goes.
Jupiter, attended like a king,
15Four radiant moons he in his
train doth bring.
many following his huge sphere,
17At least no more to our dim sight appear.
18All these encircle
Phoebus’s glorious mound,
19By whom, with splendor, all these stars are
20But whether this sun his influence doth owe
21Unto some other sun, none sure doth know;
orb his fellow doth
23For none the
ends of nature dares to frustrate.
24Thus all those suns and stars forever move
25About the fount of life and light and love.
26Then, O, my God, irradiate my sad soul,
27That I about thy glorious throne may
28Let me the
meanest of these stars attend;
29Then all my rays, in praise, shall reascend.
30For Thee and only Thee I will adore,
31My God, my God, forever, evermore.