Hymn VII: To the Stars

With holy voice I call the stars on high,
Pure sacred lights, and demons of the sky.
Celestial stars, dear progeny of Night,
In whirling circles beaming far your light ;
Refulgent rays around the heav'ns ye throw,
Eternal fires, the source of all below.
With flames significant of Fate ye shine,
And aptly rule for men a path divine.
In seven bright zones ye run with wand'ring flames,
And heaven and earth! compose your lucid frames :
With course unwearied, pure and fiery bright,
For ever shining thro' the veil of Night.
Hail, glittering, joyful, ever wakeful fires !
Propitious shine on all my just desires,
These sacred rites regard with conscious rays,
And end our works devoted to your praise.