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When fair Aurora rising early shews Her blushing face beyond the eastern hills, And dyes the heavenly vault with purple rewes, That far abroad the world with brightness fills; The Meadows green are hoare with silver dews, That on the earth the sable night distils,
And chanting birds with merry notes bewray, The near approaching of the cheerful day.
Then let him go to river, brook or lake, That loves the sport, where store of fish abound, And through the pleasant fields his journey make, Amidst sweet pastures, meadows fresh and sound. Where he may best his choice of pastime take, While swift Hyperion runs his circle round ; And as the place shall to his liking prove. There still remain, or further else remove.
John Dennys. 1613.