Temper or nourish, or in part shed down [ 670 ]

By morrow Eevning, and from Land to Land

Those have thir course to finish, round the Earth,

My Author and Disposer, what thou bidst [ 635 ]

Thir stellar vertue on all kinds that grow

Glistring with dew; fragrant the fertil earth [ 645 ]

With first approach of light, we must be risn,

Unargud I obey; so God ordains,

Is womans happiest knowledhｔｔp://ｗwｗ.9９ｌib.ｎｅｔge and her praise.

Of various influence foment and warme,

In Nature and all things, which these soft fires

More hands then ours to lop thir wanton growth:

To whom our general Ancestor replid.

But wherfore all night long shine these, for whom

And at our pleasant labour, to reform [ 625 ]

Those Blossoms also, and those dropping Gumms, [ 630 ]

But neither breath of Morn w9９ｌｉｂ.ｎeｔhen she ascends [ 650 ]

And these the Gemms of Heavn, her starrie train:

Ministring light prepard, they set and rise;

This glorious sight, when sleep hath shut all eyes?

After soft showers; and sweet the coming on

To whom thus Eve with perfet beauty adornd.

On Earth, made hereby apter to receive

When first on this delightful Land he spreads

Of grateful Eevning milde, then silent Ni９９lib•nｅｔght

That lie bestrowne unsightly and unsmooth,

All seasons and thir change, all please alike. [ 640 ]

With this her solemn Bird, nor walk by Moon, [ 655 ]

Her old possession, and extinguish life

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,

With charm of earliest Birds, nor rising Sun

That mock our scant manuring, and require

Not only enlighten, but with kindly heate

His orient Beams, onhｔtｐ://www.９9ｌｉb•ｎeｔ herb, tree, fruit, and flour,

Our walk at noon, with branches overgrown,

With charm of earliest Birds; pleasant the Sun

On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, floure,

With this her solemn Bird and this fair Moon,

Daughter of God and Man, accomplisht Eve, [ 660 ]

Least total darkness should by Night regaine [ 665 ]

Nor grateful Eevning mild, nor silent Night

Mean while, as Nature wills, Nigh九*九*藏*书*网t bids us rest.

God is thy Law, thou mine: to know no more

With thee conversing I forget all time,

Or glittering Starr-light without thee is sweet.

Ask riddance, if we mean to tread with ease;

Perfection from the Suns more potent Ray.

Glistring with dew, nor fragrance after showers,

To morrow ere fresh Morning streak the East

Yon flourie Arbors, yonder Allies green,

In order, though to Nations yet unborn,