Thou Moon, pale sister of the Sun, When he his daily work has done, Thou comest forth a queen; A queen in silvery robe adorned, With tiara of jewels formed, Of starry orbs unseen.

Ye twinkling stars of milder light, Though now ye gleam like sapphires bright, Across yon azure dome, The day will dawn, that last dread day, When from yon heaven you’ll fall away, And man to Judgment come.

Thunder and Lightnings burst and gleam, Frightful and fierce to us they seem Rending the darkened sky. Like giants tread the thunder’s peal, The vivid lightnings swiftly steal, And men in terror fly.