“To Venus” from the New-York Mirror
From the New-York Mirror, March 5, 1825, Volume 2, pg. 256.
Hail! lovely Venus! queen of the glimmering tribe
That bespangle the evening sky. Hail!
Thou bright proclaimer of the weary day’s dull end!
Thou cheering herald of approaching night!
Lo! even through the grand magnificence
Of mighty day, thy brilliant lustre pierces.
O! how I love to sit, and watch,
When placid night comes on, and the pale luna,
Wearied with watching, ceases to shine,—
Thy majestic march along the azure bend of heaven,
In the van of thy celestial corps—
Attired in all your bright pellucidness!
Who can behold thee in thy evening’s glory,
Without the spirit of enthusiasm
Sparkling in their eye? For what is brighter
Than thy lucent disk?—and what so faithful
As thy nocturnal course?
Angels of Heaven in adoration take thy name—
So do the daughters of our mother earth.