Hear me, O Goddess, whose emerging ray
Leads on the broad refulgence of the day;
Blushing Aurora, whose celestial light
Beams on the world with reddening splendors bright.
Angel of Titan, whom with constant round
Thy orient beams recall from night profound:
Labor of every kind to lead is thine,
Of mortal life the minister divine.
Mankind in thee eternally delight,
And none presumes to shun thy beauteous sight.
Soon as thy splendors break the bands of rest,
And eyes unclose, with pleasing sleep oppressed;
Men, reptiles, birds, and beasts, with general voice,
And all the nations of the deep rejoice;
For all the culture of our life is thine.
Come, blessed power, and to these rites incline:
Thy holy light increase, and unconfined
Diffuse its radiance on thy mystics’ mind.