tr., John Brownlie 8,8,8,8 soi nux me pherei ton aoidon, anax A Cento from age moi psucha I When darkness falls and night is here, My hymns of praise in silence rise -- This knows the moon, whose silver sphere Shines in the star-bespangled skies. II When morning breaks, and glorious day Shines in the dawn and noontide fair -- This knows the sun -- a grateful lay Springs from my heart in fervent prayer. III When fails the light at sunset gray, And twilight listens for my song -- This know the stars -- in bright array My praises mingle with their throng. |