O PERFECT Light, which shaid away   The darkness from the light, And set a ruler o'er the day,   Another o'er the night—

Thy glory, when the day forth flies,   More vively doth appear Than at mid day unto our eyes   The shining sun is clear.

The shadow of the earth anon   Removes and drawis by, While in the East, when it is gone,   Appears a clearer sky.

Which soon perceive the little larks,   The lapwing and the snipe, And tune their songs, like Nature's clerks,   O'er meadow, muir, and stripe.

Our hemisphere is polisht clean,   And lighten'd more and more, While everything is clearly seen   Which seemit dim before:

Except the glistering astres bright,   Which all the night were clear, Offuskit with a greater light   No longer do appear.

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 musick notes   In woods and gardens green.

The dew upon the tender crops,   Like pearlis white and round, Or like to melted silver drops,   Refreshis all the ground.

The misty reek, the clouds of rain,   From tops of mountains skails, Clear are the highest hills and plain,   The vapours take the vales.

The ample heaven of fabrick sure   In cleanness does surpass The crystal and the silver pure,   Or clearest polisht glass.

The time so tranquil is and still   That nowhere shall ye find, Save on a high and barren hill,   An air of peeping wind.

All trees and simples, great and small,   That balmy leaf do bear, Than they were painted on a wall   No more they move or steir.

Calm is the deep and purple sea,   Yea, smoother than the sand; The waves that weltering wont to be   Are stable like the land.

So silent is the cessile air   That every cry and call The hills and dales and forest fair   Again repeats them all.

The flourishes and fragrant flowers,   Through Phoebus' fostering heat, Refresht with dew and silver showers   Cast up an odour sweet.

The cloggit busy humming bees,   That never think to drone, On flowers and flourishes of trees   Collect their liquor brown.

The Sun, most like a speedy post   With ardent course ascends; The beauty of the heavenly host   Up to our zenith tends.

The burning beams down from his face   So fervently can beat, That man and beast now seek a place   To save them from the heat.

The herds beneath some leafy tree   Amidst the flowers they lie; The stable ships upon the sea   Tend up their sails to dry.

With gilded eyes and open wings   The cock his courage shows; With claps of joy his breast he dings,   And twenty times he crows.

The dove with whistling wings so blue   The winds can fast collect; Her purple pens turn many a hue   Against the sun direct.

Now noon is went; gone is midday,   The heat doth slake at last; The sun descends down West away,   For three of clock is past.

The rayons of the sun we see   Diminish in their strength; The shade of every tower and tree   Extendit is in length.

Great is the calm, for everywhere   The wind is setting down; The reek throws right up in the air   From every tower and town.

The gloming comes; the day is spent;   The sun goes out of sight; And painted is the occident   With purple sanguine bright.

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.

O then it were a seemly thing,   While all is still and calm, The praise of God to play and sing   With cornet and with shalm!

All labourers draw home at even,   And can to other say, Thanks to the gracious God of heaven,   Which sent this summer day.

shaid] parted. stripe] rill. offuskit] darkened. boulden] swollen. sheen] bright. skails] clears. simples] herbs. cessile] yielding, ceasing. flourishes] blossoms.