O stelliferi conditor orbis Qui perpetuo nixus solio Rapido caelum turbine versas Legemque pati sidera cogis, Ut nunc pleno lucida cornu Totis fratris obvia flammis Condat stellas luna minores, Nunc obscuro pallida cornu Phoebo propior lumina perdat, Et qui primae tempore noctis Agit algentes Hesperos ortus, Solitas iterum mutet habenas Phoebi pallens Lucifer ortu.
O Maker of the circle of the stars, Seated on your eternal throne, Spinner of the whirling heavens, Binding the constellations by your law' As at one time the shining moon with crescent full, Reflecting all the sun her brothers fire. Hides all the lesser stars, And at another closer to Phoebus pales And loses all her light, her crescent dark; Or when, at fall of night, Venus, as evening star, arises cold, And then, as morning star, paling at sunrise, Changes again her long-accustomed role;'
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