to morro

    it approac,  be risn,

    And at our pleasant labour, to reform [ 625 ]

    Yon flourie Arbors, yonder Allies green,

    Our  noon, h branches overgrown,

    t mock our scant manuring, and require

    More o lop ton growth:

    those dropping Gumms, [ 630 ]

    t lie bestrowne unsigh,

    Ask riddance, if o tread h ease;

    Mean wure wills, Nig.

    to y adornd.

    My Aut t [ 635 ]

    Unargud I obey; so God ordains,

    God is to know no more

    Is womans  knowledge and her praise.

    it all time,

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

    S is t,

    it Birds; pleasant the Sun

    on tful Land he spreads

    Beams, on ree, fruit, and flour,

    Glistring  til earth [ 645 ]

    After soft s the coming on

    Of grateful Eevning milde, t Night

    ithis fair Moon,

    And tarrie train:

    But neith of Morn when she ascends [ 650 ]

    it Birds, nor rising Sun

    On tful land, nor , floure,

    Glistring er showers,

    Nor grateful Eevning mild, nor silent Night

    ithis her solemn Bird, nor walk by Moon, [ 655 ]

    Or glittering Starr-lig t.

    But w long shese, for whom

    t, w all eyes?

    to wor replid.

    Daug Eve, [ 660 ]

    to finish,

    By morroo Land

    In order, to Nations yet unborn,

    Ministring lig and rise;

    Least total darkness s regaine [ 665 ]

    inguish life

    In Nature