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        to morro

        it approac,    be risn,

        And at our pleasant labour, to reform [ 625 ]

        Yon flourie Arbors, yonder Allies green,

        Our    noon, h branches rown,

        t mock our st manuring, and require

        More o lop ton growth:

        those dropping Gumms, [ 630 ]

        t lie bestrowne unsigh,

        Ask riddance, if o tread h ease;

        Mean wure wills, Nig.

        to y adornd.

        My Aut t [ 635 ]

        Unargud I obey; so God ordains,

        God is to know no more

        Is womans    knowledge and her praise.

        it all time,

        All seasons and thir ge, all please alike. [ 640 ]

        S is t,

        it Birds; pleasant the Sun

        on tful Land he spreads

        Beams, on ree, fruit, and flour,

        Glistring    til earth [ 645 ]

        After soft s the ing on

        Of grateful Eevning milde, t Night

        ithis fair Moon,

        And tarrie train:

        But h of Morn when she asds [ 650 ]

        it Birds, nor rising Sun

        On tful land, nor , floure,

        Glistring er showers,

        Nrateful Eevning mild, nor silent Night

        ithis her solemn Bird, nor walk by Moon, [ 655 ]

        littering Starr-lig t.

        But w long shese, for whom

        t, w all eyes?

        to wor replid.

        Daug Eve, [ 660 ]

        to finish,

        By morroo Land

        In order, to Natio unborn,

        Ministring lig and rise;

        Least total darkness s regaine [ 665 ]

        inguish life

        In Nature and all t fires

        Not only enlig e

        Of various influenent and warme,

        temper or nouris shed down [ 670 ]

        tellar vertue on all kinds t grow

        Oer to receive

        Perfe from tent Ray.
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