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| ARTH now is greene, and heauen is blew,
iuely Spring which makes all new,
olly Spring, doth enter ;
weete yong sun-beames doe subdue
ngry, agèd Winter.
lasts are milde, and seas are calme,
uery meadow flowes with balme,
he Earth weares all her riches ;
armonious birdes sing such a psalme,
s eare and heart bewitches.
eserue (sweet Spring) this Nymph of ours,
ternall garlands of thy flowers,
reene garlands neuer wasting ;
n her shall last our State's faire Spring,
ow and for euer flourishing,
s long as Heauen is lasting.
|
Sir John Davies
