歌词
What sudden blaze of majesty
Is that which we from hence descry
To whom our vows and wishes bend
Here our solemn search has end
Mother of a hundred gods
Divine creation give her odds
Who had thought this clime had held
A deity, numinous and unparalleled
This this is she - Sitting like a Goddess bright
This this is she - In the center of her light
Mark what radiant state she spreads
In circle round her shining throne
Scatter radiance like silver shreds
This this is she
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To the celestial sirens harmony
And turn the adamantine spindle round
On which the fate of gods and men is wound
This this is she
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Fame that her high worth to raise
Once seemed so lavish and profuse
We may justly now accuse
Of detraction from her praise