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[When like an Eaglet I first found my Love]
When like an Eaglet I first found my Love,For that the vertue I thereof would know,
Upon the Nest I set it forth, to prove
If it were of that Kingly kind, or no:
But it no sooner saw my Sunne appeare,
But on her Rayes with open Eyes it stood,
To shew, that I had hatch'd it for the Ayre,
And rightly came from that brave mounting Brood;
And when the Plumes were summ'd with sweet desire,
To prove the Pynions, it ascends the Skyes;
Doe what I could, it needsly would aspire
To my Soules Sunne, those two Celestiall Eyes:
Thus from my Brest, where it was bred alone,
It after thee, is like an Eaglet flowne.
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