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To the first object of Content.

[I]

Why up so early in the world,
And fondly led about
From place to place to seek Content
And could not find thee out?
Alas! 'tis plain I was abus'd,
I did mistake the light
Which quickneth ev'ry Lovers eye,
And gives a perfect sight.

II

Thou art the only Star that can
Direct us where to find
The way which I so long have sought
To ease a troubled mind;
Each limb of thine's so full of grace
They ravish ev'ry Eye,
And all the Musick that we know
Is from their Harmony.

III

'Tis You alone that do create
The Beauties of the Spring,
Those Shadows which from You reflect
Adorneth ev'ry thing;
Philosophers may govern Fools,
But shall not tutor mee,
For now I find that I was blind
Until I found out thee.