The hour is nigh; the waning Queen
walks forth to rule the later night;
Crown’d with the sparkle of a Star,
and throned on orb of ashen light:

The Wolf-tail1 sweeps the paling East
to leave a deeper gloom behind,
And Dawn uprears her shining head,
sighing with semblance of a wind:

The Morning Breeze has waked the world;
the dew‑drops pearl the grassy plain;
The Golden Gate of Day stands wide,
and through it pours the rosy train:

The shadows flee; the glories glow;
the fields are lit with laughing light;
And Life and Joy and Hope awake
to hail the conquering King of Might.