Our hemisphere is polished clean, Except the glistering astres bright, The golden globe incontinent Sets up his shining head, And o'er the earth and firmament Displays his beams abread. For joy the birds with boulden throats Against his visage sheen Take up their kindly music notes In woods and gardens green. The dew upon the tender crops, The misty reek, the clouds of rain Clear are the highest hills and plain, The ample heaven, of fabric sure, In cleanness does surpass The crystal and the silver pure, Or clearest polished glass. The time so tranquil is and still, 45 That no where shall ye find, The flourishes and fragrant flowers, Refreshed with dew and silver showers, That man and beast now seek a place The herds beneath some leafy tree, The stable ships upon the sea Tend up their sails to dry. With gilded eyes and open wings, With claps of joy his breast he dings, The dove with whistling wings so blue The winds can fast collect, Her purple pens turn many a hue Now noon is went; gone is midday, The heat does slake at last, The sun descends down west away, The rayons of the sun we see Our west horizon circular, From time the sun be set, Is all with rubies, as it were, Or roses red o'erfret. What pleasure were to walk and see, Endlong a river clear, The perfect form of every tree Within the deep appear. Oh then it were a seemly thing, While all is still and calm, The praise of God to play and sing All labourers draw home at even, And can to other say, Thanks to the gracious God of heaven, Alexander Hume. X A VOW TO LOVE FAITHFULLY, HOWSOEVER Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green, 115 120 125 5 1Ο Thrall, or at large, alive whereso I dwell, ΧΙ AN APPEAL. Forget not yet the tried intent Forget not yet! Forget not yet when first began Forget not yet the great assays, Forget not yet! Forget not! oh! forget not this, Forget not then thine own approved, Sir Thomas Wyat. |