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Contemplatio Diurna.
When we behold the Morning DewDissolve ith' rising Sun: What would it shew?
But that a Sun to us did rise,
Our Fathers hoary sin to Atomise.
And when the Flowers display'd appear,
To entertain the mounting Charettier:
What would they speak in that fair dress?
But Man's redemption out of wretchedness.
For the shade-shortning Noon can tell
The Proud, and such as with Ambition swell;
That whilst upon Opinions wing
They seek to sore, they work their lessening.
And the Prognostick Western set,
May Our Conditions rightly counterfeit;
For if we rise, shine, and set Cleer,
The Day-Star from on high's our Comforter:
If Sin beclowd us as we fall,
Our next dayes rise will prove our Funerall:
Et quid lachrymabilius?
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