For ’tis to me the power is given Unclosed the book of fate to see; To read the fixed resolves of heaven, And dive into futurity.

I guide the pale moon’s silver wagon; The winds in magic bonds I hold; I charm to sleep the crimson dragon, Who loves to watch o’er buried gold:

Fenced round with spells, unhurt I venture Their sabbath strange where witches keep; Fearless the sorcerer’s circle enter, And woundless tread on snakes asleep.

Lo! Here are charms of mighty power! This makes secure an husband’s truth And this composed at midnight hour Will force to love the coldest youth:

If any maid too much has granted, Her loss this philtre will repair; This blooms a cheek where red is wanted, And this will make a brown girl fair!