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A Reveille Mattin, or Good morrow to a friend.
As the Black Curtain of the Night
Is open drawn
By the Gray-fingred Dawn,
To let out light,
And bid good Morrow to the Teeming Day:
So let all Darkned thoughts Through Sin,
Call in
Their Powers, that led them in a blind-fold way:
And Rows'd up from security,
Bring better fruits unto Maturity.
Is open drawn
By the Gray-fingred Dawn,
To let out light,
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So let all Darkned thoughts Through Sin,
Call in
Their Powers, that led them in a blind-fold way:
And Rows'd up from security,
Bring better fruits unto Maturity.
For now the Fragrant East
The Spicery o'th' World,
Hath hurl'd
A rosie Tincture o'r the Phœnix nest;
And from the last Dayes Urn
An Other springs,
And brings
With it a Charettier too in its turn:
So then by this new fire
Be Goodness Hatcht, all wickedness expire.
The Spicery o'th' World,
Hath hurl'd
A rosie Tincture o'r the Phœnix nest;
And from the last Dayes Urn
An Other springs,
And brings
With it a Charettier too in its turn:
So then by this new fire
Be Goodness Hatcht, all wickedness expire.
Then as This Prince of Heat doth rise,
In Power, and in Might seem stronger,
Proclaiming that 'tis Night no longer;
By vanquishing the Witchcrafts of the Skies,
The Spelly-vaprous Mists:
So let th' enlightned Soul
Controul
Our Actions, that no farther they persist
To follow sense, whereby t'invite
Ruine, the sawce t'unruly Appetite.
In Power, and in Might seem stronger,
Proclaiming that 'tis Night no longer;
By vanquishing the Witchcrafts of the Skies,
The Spelly-vaprous Mists:
So let th' enlightned Soul
Controul
Our Actions, that no farther they persist
To follow sense, whereby t'invite
Ruine, the sawce t'unruly Appetite.
Thus now it's cleere,
Out of all Question,
The world's unmask'd, and all of Vailing gon.
Phœbus Triumphant o'r our Hemisphere:
Let us not therefore in disguise
Seek, or Bravado,
To shadow as if under Maskerado
So many faults and Villanies,
Knowing that He who made the Light,
Cannot Himself be destitute of sight.
Out of all Question,
The world's unmask'd, and all of Vailing gon.
Phœbus Triumphant o'r our Hemisphere:
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Seek, or Bravado,
To shadow as if under Maskerado
So many faults and Villanies,
Knowing that He who made the Light,
Cannot Himself be destitute of sight.
But though His Providence
Did this beget,
That Suns that rise should set,
And in appearance vanish hence:
Yet doth He claim for th' interest
Of Day-lights bliss,
We slumber not amiss;
When as our Light is borrowed by the West:
But the Choice Cabbinet of minde adorn
With Contemplations may befit next Morn.
Did this beget,
That Suns that rise should set,
And in appearance vanish hence:
Yet doth He claim for th' interest
Of Day-lights bliss,
We slumber not amiss;
When as our Light is borrowed by the West:
But the Choice Cabbinet of minde adorn
With Contemplations may befit next Morn.
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