To think her part was done,

And that her reign had here its last fulfilling ;

She knew such harmony alone

Could hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union.

That with long beams the shame-fac'd night array'd;

The helmed Cherubim,

And sworded Seraphim,

Are seen in glittering ranks with wings display'd,

Harping in loud and solemn quire,

With unexpressive notes, to Heaven's new-born Heir.