Come, come thou glorious object

Come, come thou glorious object of my sight;

O my joy, my life, my delight,

Let this encounter be,

In spite of fortune free.

See how the twinkling tapers of the sky

Do wonder at our constancy;

How they crowd to behold what our arms do enfold,

How all do envy our felicity.

Look, O look how the small lights do fall,

And adore what before

The heavens have not shown,

Nor the first stars known:

Such a faith, such a love,

As may move mighty Jove from above

To descend and remain

Among mortals again.