O holy virgin！ clad in purest white，

    Unlock heav'n's golden gates， and issue forth；

    Awake the dawn that sleeps in heaven； let light

    Rise from the chambers of the east， and bring

    The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day.

    O radiant morning， salute the sun

    Rous'd like a huntsman to the chase， and with

    Thy buskin'd feet appear upon our hills.