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A Song on the same.

Hence clouded lookes, hence briny teares
Hence eye, that sorrows livery weares.
What though a while Apollo please
To visit the Antipodes?
Yet he returnes, and with his light
Expels, what he hath caus'd, the night.
What though the spring vanish away,
And with it the earths forme decay?
Yet at's new birth it will restore
What it's departure tooke before.
What though we mist our absent King
Erewhile? Great Charles is come agin,
And, with his presence makes us know,
The gratitude to Heaven wee owe.
So doth a cruell storme impart
And teach us Palinurus art.
So from salt flouds, wept by our eyes,
A joyfull Venus doth arise.