Why are Nature’s changes bound To a fixed and ordered round? What to leaguèd peace hath bent Every warring element? Wherefore doth the rosy morn Rise on Phoebus’ car upborne? Why should Phoebe rule the night, Led by Hesper’s guiding light? What the power that doth restrain In his place the restless main, That within fixed bounds he keeps, Nor o’er earth in deluge sweeps? Love it is that holds the chains, Love o’er sea and earth that reigns; Love⁠—whom else but sovereign Love?⁠— Love, high lord in heaven above! Yet should he his care remit, All that now so close is knit In sweet love and holy peace, Would no more from conflict cease, But with strife’s rude shock and jar All the world’s fair fabric mar. Tribes and nations Love unites By just treaty’s sacred rites;