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Give the rewards of joyful life;
The plenteous gifts of grace increase;
And only Son, who like power hast,
Reigning whilst times and ages last.
Saturday. O Trinity! O blessed light!
0 Unity, most principal ! The fiery sun now leaves our sight;
Cause in our hearts thy beams to fall.
Let us with songs of praise divine,
At morn and evening thee implore;
And glory to his only Son,
SPRING. So forth issu'd the seasons of the year; First lusty Spring, all dight in leaves of flowers That freshly budded, and new blossoms did bear, In which a thousand birds had built their bowers,
That sweetly sung to call forth paramours;
A gilt engraven morion he did wear,
Then came the jolly Summer, being dight
Had hunted late the libbard or the boar,
Then came the Autumn, all in yellow clad,
And in his hand a sickle he did hold,
Lastly came Winter, clothéd all in frieze,
For he was faint with cold, and weak with eld, That scarce his loosed limbs he able was to weld.
Written in Summer.
The sun salutes in his celestial car;
While beneath thy azure sky-
Through lowing pastures in she goes, Wearing the milkmaid's ruddy grace, Ease in her tripping step, and pleasure in her face. Forerunner of the day's bright reign,
And giver of unspeakable delight!
How nature triumphs at thy sight, And looks thanksgiving through her large domain:
At thy approach the conscious trees
Bend humbly to the tepid breeze,
Labour to the field repairs,
Or chants some love-lorn ditty's air,
fair. O sovereign of the spicy gale,
Of odours pure, and salutary dews,
Oft as thy star its beam renews,
Thy valleys, wash'd with crystal rills,
There, while zephyr softly blows,
And render praises as I ought
To Him whose power and love divine Call’d thee from total void, and bade thy beauty shine.
I cannot ope mine eyes,
My God, what is a heart?
Or star, or rainbow, or a part
My God, what is a heart,
Pouring upon it all thy art,
Indeed, man's whole estate
He did not heav'n and earth create,
Teach me thy love to know;
May both the work and workman show:
Both to be busy and to play,
Who gave me sight alone,
For when he sees my ways, I die!