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Of our last Eevnings talk, in this thy dream, But with addition strange; yet be not sad. Evil into the mind of God or Man May come and go, so unapprov'd, and leave No spot or blame behind: Which gives me hope That what in sleep thou didst abhorr to dream, 120 Waking thou never wilt consent to do. Be not disheart'nd then, nor cloud those looks That wont to be more chearful and serene Then when fair Morning first smiles on the World, And let us to our fresh imployments rise Among the Groves, the Fountains, and the Flours That open now thir choicest bosom'd smells Reservd from night, and kept for thee in store. So cheard he his fair Spouse, and she was cheard, But silently a gentle tear let fall 130 >From either eye, and wip'd them with her haire; Two other precious drops that ready stood, Each in thir chrystal sluce, hee ere they fell Kiss'd as the gracious signs of sweet remorse And pious awe, that feard to have offended. So all was cleard, and to the Field they haste. But first from under shadie arborous roof, Soon as they forth were come to open sight Of day-spring, and the Sun, who scarce up risen With wheels yet hov'ring o're the Ocean brim, 140 Shot paralel to the earth his dewie ray, Discovering in wide Lantskip all the East Of Paradise and Edens happie Plains, Lowly they bow'd adoring, and began Thir Orisons, each Morning duly paid In various style, for neither various style Nor holy rapture wanted they to praise Thir Maker, in fit strains pronounc't or sung Unmeditated, such prompt eloquence Flowd from thir lips, in Prose or numerous Verse, 150 More tuneable then needed Lute or Harp To add more sweetness, and they thus began. These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almightie, thine this universal Frame, Thus wondrous fair; thy self how wondrous then! Unspeakable, who sitst above these Heavens To us invisible or dimly seen In these thy lowest works, yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and Power Divine: Speak yee who best can tell, ye Sons of light, 160
Angels, for yee behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, Day without Night, Circle his Throne rejoycing, yee in Heav'n, On Earth joyn all yee Creatures to extoll Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of Starrs, last in the train of Night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crownst the smiling Morn With thy bright Circlet, praise him in thy Spheare While day arises, that sweet hour of Prime. 170 Thou Sun, of this great World both Eye and Soule, Acknowledge him thy Greater, sound his praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high Noon hast gaind, & when thou fallst. Moon, that now meetst the orient Sun, now fli'st With the fixt Starrs, fixt in thir Orb that flies, And yee five other wandring Fires that move In mystic Dance not without Song, resound His praise, who out of Darkness call'd up Light. Aire, and ye Elements the eldest birth 180 Of Natures Womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual Circle, multiform; and mix And nourish all things, let your ceasless change Varie to our great Maker still new praise. Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise >From Hill or steaming Lake, duskie or grey, Till the Sun paint your fleecie skirts with Gold, In honour to the Worlds great Author rise, Whether to deck with Clouds the uncolourd skie, Or wet the thirstie Earth with falling showers, 190 Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise ye Winds, that from four Quarters blow, Breath soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye Pines, With every Plant, in sign of Worship wave. Fountains and yee, that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. Joyn voices all ye living Souls, ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven Gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise; Yee that in Waters glide, and yee that walk 200 The Earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Witness if I be silent, Morn or Eeven, To Hill, or Valley, Fountain, or fresh shade Made vocal by my Song, and taught his praise. Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us onely good; and if the night
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Angels, for yee behold him, and with songs<br />
And choral symphonies, Day without Night,<br />
Circle his Throne rejoycing, yee in Heav'n,<br />
On Earth joyn all yee Creatures to extoll<br />
Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.<br />
Fairest of Starrs, last in the train of Night,<br />
If better thou belong not to the dawn,<br />
Sure pledge of day, that crownst the smiling Morn<br />
With thy bright Circlet, praise him in thy Spheare<br />
While day arises, that sweet hour of Prime. 170<br />
Thou Sun, of this great World both Eye and Soule,<br />
Acknowledge him thy Greater, sound his praise<br />
In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st,<br />
And when high Noon hast gaind, & when thou fallst.<br />
Moon, that now meetst the orient Sun, now fli'st<br />
With the fixt Starrs, fixt in thir Orb that flies,<br />
And yee five other wandring Fires that move<br />
In mystic Dance not without Song, resound<br />
His praise, who out of Darkness call'd up Light.<br />
Aire, and ye Elements the eldest birth 180<br />
Of Natures Womb, that in quaternion run<br />
Perpetual Circle, multiform; and mix<br />
And nourish all things, let your ceasless change<br />
Varie to our great Maker still new praise.<br />
Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise<br />
>From Hill or steaming Lake, duskie or grey,<br />
Till the Sun paint your fleecie skirts with Gold,<br />
In honour to the Worlds great Author rise,<br />
Whether to deck with Clouds the uncolourd skie,<br />
Or wet the thirstie Earth with falling showers, 190<br />
Rising or falling still advance his praise.<br />
His praise ye Winds, that from four Quarters blow,<br />
Breath soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye Pines,<br />
With every Plant, in sign of Worship wave.<br />
Fountains and yee, that warble, as ye flow,<br />
Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.<br />
Joyn voices all ye living Souls, ye Birds,<br />
That singing up to Heaven Gate ascend,<br />
Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise;<br />
Yee that in Waters glide, and yee that walk 200<br />
The Earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep;<br />
Witness if I be silent, Morn or Eeven,<br />
To Hill, or Valley, Fountain, or fresh shade<br />
Made vocal by my Song, and taught his praise.<br />
Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still<br />
To give us onely good; and if the night