Edward Hovell-Thurlow, Lord Thurlow (1781–1829)

THE CRIMSON Moon, uprising from the sea,

With large delight foretells the harvest near:

Ye shepherds, now prepare your melody,

To greet the soft appearance of her sphere!

And, like a page, enamored of her train,

The star of even glimmers in the west:

Then raise, ye shepherds, your observant strain,

That so of the Great Shepherd here are blest!

Our fields are full of the time-ripened grain,

Our vineyards with the purple clusters swell:

Her golden splendor glimmers on the main,

And vales and mountains her bright glory tell:

Then sing, ye shepherds! for the time has come

When we must bring the enrichéd harvest home!