From Danby's first book of catches, etc., 1785.

Lyrics: A Lady of Huntingdon

Sister of Phoebus, gentle queen,
Of aspect mild and ray serene,
Whose friendly beams by night appear,
The lonely traveller to cheer;
Attractive power, whose mighty sway
The oceans' swelling waves obey,
And mounting upward seem to raise
A liquid altar to the praise.
The withered hags at midnight hour
Invoke to their infernal bower;
But I to no such horrid rite
Sweet queen implore thy sacred light;
Nor seek, while all but lovers sleep,
To rob the miser's treasured heap.
Thy kindly beams alone impart,
To find the nymph who stole my heart,
And guide me from thy silver throne
To steal her heart or find my own.