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A Song of three voices continuing while the presents are delivered and received.

1

Can you, the Author of our joy,
So soone depart?
Will you revive, and straight destroy,
New mirth to teares convert?
O that ever cause of gladnesse
Should so swiftly turne to sadnesse!

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2

Now as we droupe, so will these flowers,
Bard of your sight,
Nothing availe them heav'nly showres
Without your heav'nly light.
When the glorious Sunne forsakes us,
Winter quickly over-takes us.

3

Yet shall our praiers your waies attend,
When you are gone;
And we the tedious time will spend,
Remembring you alone.
Welcome here shall you heare ever,
But the word of parting never.