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Black is the beauty of the brightest day The

Black is the beauty of the brightest day
The golden belle of heaven's eternal fire
That danced with glory on the silver waves
Now wants the fuel that inflamed his beams
And all with faintness and for foul disgrace
He binds his temples with a frowning cloud
Ready to darken earth with endless night
Zenocrate that gave him light and life
Whose eyes shot fire from their ivory bowers
And tempered every soul with lively heat
Now by the malice of the angry skies
Whose jealousy admits no second mate
Draws in the comfort of her latest breath
All dazzled with the hellish mists of death.
Now walk the angels on the walls of heaven
As sentinels to warn th'immortal souls
To entertain divine Zenocrate.
Apollo Cynthia and the ceaseless lamps
That gently looked upon this loathsome earth
Shine downwards now no more but deck the heavens
To entertain divine Zenocrate.
The crystal springs whose taste illuminates
Refined eyes with an eternal sight
Like tried silver runs through Paradise
To entertain divine Zenocrate.
The Cherubins and holy Seraphins
That sing and play before the King of Kings
Use all their voices and their instruments
To entertain divine Zenocrate.
And in this sweet and curious harmony
The God that tunes this music to our souls
Holds out his hand in highest majesty
To entertain divine Zenocrate.
Then let some holy trance convey my thoughts
Up to the palace of th'imperial heaven
That this my life may be as short to me
As are the days of sweet Zenocrate..

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