909 I make His Crescent fill or lack lyrics

I make His Crescent fill or lack —

His Nature is at Full

Or Quarter — as I signify —

His Tides — do I control —

He holds superior in the Sky

Or gropes, at my Command

Behind inferior Clouds — or round

A Mist's slow Colonnade —

But since We hold a Mutual Disc —

And front a Mutual Day —

Which is the Despot, neither knows —

Nor Whose — the Tyranny —