While Cynthia sheds her borrow'd light

While Cynthia sheds her borrow'd light,
And stars illume the sky,
Alone I'll trace the distant plain,
Unseen by mortal eye,
Far from the noise of jarring strive
Sweet peace my soul enjoys,
Serene and calm the evening scene,
My busy thoughts employ.


Source: The Delights of Harmony; or, Norfolk Compiler: being a new collection of psalm tunes, hymns and anthems with a variety of set pieces, from the most approved American and European authors... #76