Prison-Pietie or, Meditations Divine and Moral. Digested into Poetical Heads, On Mixt and Various Subjects. Whereunto is added A Panegyrick to The Right Reverend, and most Nobly descended, Henry, Lord Bishop of London. By Samuel Speed, Prisoner in Ludgate, London |
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On the Spring. |
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On the Spring.
Since Winters cold blasts are expell'd by the Sun,
And Fields that did penance in snow,
Have put Madam Nature's gay Liveries on,
Embroyder'd with flowers to make a fine show;
The Hills and the Vallies in duty abound,
And men praise the Lord; so the duty goes round.
And Fields that did penance in snow,
Have put Madam Nature's gay Liveries on,
Embroyder'd with flowers to make a fine show;
The Hills and the Vallies in duty abound,
And men praise the Lord; so the duty goes round.
Heark, heark, how the Birds in sweet consort conspire,
The Lark and the Nightingale joyn;
In every note is an amorous Quire,
With an innocent mirth to entertain time.
The Hills and the Vallies in duty abound,
And Men praise the Lord; so the duty goes round.
The Lark and the Nightingale joyn;
In every note is an amorous Quire,
With an innocent mirth to entertain time.
The Hills and the Vallies in duty abound,
And Men praise the Lord; so the duty goes round.
Methinks the God Pan, whose glad subjects we are,
Doth sit on his flowery Throne;
We accept his kinde Offerings every year,
With Garlands of Roses, and flowers new grown.
The Hills and the Vallies in duty abound,
And Men praise the Lord; so the duty goes round.
Doth sit on his flowery Throne;
We accept his kinde Offerings every year,
With Garlands of Roses, and flowers new grown.
The Hills and the Vallies in duty abound,
And Men praise the Lord; so the duty goes round.
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