Bright and Shining, Night enlightening,
Twilight made as clear as Noon day,
Summoned out from dark abysses
By their Lord who made the heavens,
Out from Orbs now darkened always
Formless now for they are Lordless,
Guiding angels far departed.
Sky now darkened, void and formless.
On the ground come they to brighten,
Shining angels nobly dancing.
Seven planets circling fitly,
Treading verdant earthen grasses,
Choirs of angels, twelve in number,
Dance the year round these great seven.
Luna first, the ever changing,
Monthly lighting, monthly fading,
Amongst earth and heaven gliding,
Part unchanging, part mutating,
Double movement earth to heaven,
Sky to dust is then returning,
Bringing out from doubtful pathways
Certain knowledge of the sure things.
Hermes next, the dark’ning bright’ner,
Back and forth is ever leading,
Breaking, washing, always hiding,
Gluing that which once was broken,
Downwards, Upwards, Gravely leading
Down to Death though ever laughing,
Stealing, Joking, ever Crying,
All is one and all is twofold
In this merry dance
of Hermes.
Venus’ circle next is present,
Brightest star of all the heavens,
Gained when lord thereof had fallen,
Taking third of angels with him.
Out of death new life she beareth,
Merely shadow though she may be
Of the Holy Queen of Heaven.
Sol is next, the golden burning,
Reason bringing, law upholding,
Men from out of cave enlightening,
Freeing men from dark unknowing,
Lighting Earth so man may see it,
Showing justly how God’s Reason
Bringeth things illumination
Hidden from mere mortal senses.
Mars doth follow, sword unsheathing,
Like to Michael’s image, bringing
War to Devil’s armies raging.
Winter gone, now spring upbringing.
Jove now comes, in counter temper,
Laughing loudly, sounding jolly,
Image of the king of Heaven,
Ruling justly, sending mercy,
For the just and all of mercy
Find in him their happy union.
Wearing cloak of purest whiteness,
But for spot of bloody ruby
Image of the death of the King
For his people life providing.
Crushing serpent and strong lion,
These the very signs of tyrants,
Force and Fraud most truly naméd.
Last of all the lord most dreadful,
He the lord of aging darkness,
Though the lord of aged wisdom.
Stars are gathered in his presence,
For he knows their lordly dances.
Rust and moth are his great servants,
Age and death to bring destruction.
All surrounding, all discerning,
Such the woeful way of Saturn.
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