When , with a serious musing, I behold⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
The gratefull, and obsequious Marigold,⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
How duely, ev'ry morning, she displayes⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Her open breast, when Titan spreads his Rayes;⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
How she observes him in his daily walke,⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Still bending towards him, her tender stalke;⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
How, when he downe declines, she droopes and mournes,⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Bedew'd (as 'twere) with teares, till he returnes;⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
And, how she vailes her Flow'rs , when he is gone,⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
As if she scorned to be looked on⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
By an inferiour Eye ; or, did contemne⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
To wayt upon a meaner Light , than Him.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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When this I meditate, me-thinkes, the Flowers⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Have spirits , farre more generous, than ours;⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
And, give us faire Examples, to despise⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
The servile Fawnings, and Idolatries,⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Wherewith we court these earthly things below,⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Which merit not the service we bestow.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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But, oh my God! though groveling I appeare⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Upon the Ground, (and have a rooting here,⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Which hales me downwards) yet in my desire,⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
To that, which is above mee, I aspire:⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
And, all my best Affections I professe⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
To Him , that is the Sunne of Righteousnesse.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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Oh! keepe the Morning of his Incarnation,⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
The burning Noone tide of his bitter Passion,⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
The Night of his Descending , and the Height⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Of his Ascension , ever in my sight:⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
That imitating him, in what I may,⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I never follow an inferiour Way.⠀