What sudden blaze of majesty Is that which we from hence descry To whom our vows and wishes bend Here our solemn search has end Mother of a hundred gods Divine creation give her odds Who had thought this clime had held A deity, numinous and unparalleled This this is she - Sitting like a Goddess bright This this is she - In the center of her light Mark what radiant state she spreads In circle round her shining throne Scatter radiance like silver shreds This this is she ♪ To the celestial sirens harmony And turn the adamantine spindle round On which the fate of gods and men is wound This this is she ♪ Fame that her high worth to raise Once seemed so lavish and profuse We may justly now accuse Of detraction from her praise