Part III. I Thou, Sole from Sole, command'st the Sun Imaginary Power adore, Since Oil and Wool and chearing Wine 3 The fragrant Thyme, the bloomy Rose, I O ye sweet Nurses of soft Dreams, K * i. e fhining or smooth. Refound Refound his Praise by whom you rose 2 Ye Trees, whofe Roots descend as low For Thought and friendly Converse made : Your leavy Arms to Heaven extend, And bend your Heads, in Homage bend: 3 No Evil can from thee proceed, 4 O Father King, whose heavenly Face A Printed by A. PEARSON, and fold by T. HARRIS, at the Looking-Glafs and Bible, on London-Bridge; T. TRYE, at Gray's-InnGate, Holborn, and at the Foundery, near UpperMoorfields, MDCCXLII. |