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THE DAY ESTIVAL
Not guided by no Phaëton,
Nor trained in a chair;
But by the high and holy One
Whilk does all where impyre.
Nor trained in a chair;
But by the high and holy One
Whilk does all where impyre.
The burning beams down from his face
So fervently can beat,
That man and beast now seeks a place
To save them from the heat.
So fervently can beat,
That man and beast now seeks a place
To save them from the heat.
The breathless flocks draws to the shade,
And freshure of the fold;
The startling nolt, as they were mad,
Run to the river cold.
And freshure of the fold;
The startling nolt, as they were mad,
Run to the river cold.
The herds beneath some leafy tree,
Amid the flowers they lie;
The stable ships upon the sea
Tends up their sails to dry.
Amid the flowers they lie;
The stable ships upon the sea
Tends up their sails to dry.
The hart, the hind, the fallow deer,
Are tapished at their rest;
The fowls, and birds that made the bir,
Prepares their pretty nest.
Are tapished at their rest;
The fowls, and birds that made the bir,
Prepares their pretty nest.
The rayons dures descending down,
All kindles in a gleed;
In cottage nor in borrows town
May none set forth their head.
All kindles in a gleed;
In cottage nor in borrows town
May none set forth their head.
