And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine,
With all triumphant splendour on my brow;
But out, alack! he was but one hour mine,

The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no wit disdaineth;

Suns of the world may stain, when heaven's sun staineth.

THE weary yeare his race now having run,
The new begins his compast course anew :
With shew of morning mylde he hath begun,
Betokening peace and plenty to ensew.

So let us, which this chaunge of weather vew,
Chaunge eke our mynds, and former lives amend ;
The old yeares sinnes forepast let us eschew,
And fly the faults with which we did offend.
Then shall the new yeares joy forth freshly send,
Into the glooming world, his gladsome ray:
And all these stormes, which now his beauty blend,
Shall turne to calmes, and tymely cleare away.

So, likewise, Love! cheare you your heavy spright,
And chaunge old yeares annoy to new delight.

SPENSER.

ODE.

PACK clouds away, and welcome day,
With night we banish sorrow;
Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft,
To give my love good-morrow!
Wings from the wind to please her mind,
Notes from the lark I'll borrow;
Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing,

To give my love good-morrow!

To give my love good-morrow,

Notes from them both I'll borrow.

Wake from thy nest, robin red-breast,
Sing birds in every furrow;
And from each hill let music shrill

Give my fair love good-morrow!
Blackbird, and thrush, in every bush,
Stare, linnet, and cock-sparrow!
You pretty elves, amongst yourselves,
Sing my fair love good-morrow!
To give my love good-morrow,
Sing birds in every furrow!

HEYWOOD.

TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY.

WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r,
Thou'st met me in an evil hour:

For I maun crush amang the stoure
Thy slender stem;

To spare thee now is past my pow'r,
Thou bonnie gem!

Alas! it's no thy neebor sweet,

The bonnie Lark, companion meet!
Bending thee' mang the dewy weet,
Wi' spreckled breast,

When upward-springing, blythe, to greet
The purpling East.

Cauld blew the bitter-biting North

Upon thy early, humble birth;

Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth

Amid the storm,

Scarce rear'd above the parent earth

Thy tender form.