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A book for boys and girls, or, Country rhymes for childrenA book for boys and girls, or, Country rhimes for children
A book for boys and girls, or, Country rhymes for children by J.B.A book for boys and girls, or, Country rhimes for children by J.B.
London: printed for N.P., 1686
Title page typeset from the transcription.
A BOOK FOR Boys and Girls, &c. › Poem 35: XXXV. Of the going down of the Sun.
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
XXXV. Of the going down of the Sun.
What, hast thou run thy Race? Art going down? Thou seemest angry, why dost on us frown? Yea wrap thy head with Clouds, and hide thy face, As threatening to withdraw from us thy Grace? Oh leave us not! When once thou hidest thy head, Our Horizon with darkness will be spread. Tell's, who hath thee offended? Turn again: Alas! too late Entreaties are in vain!
What, hast thou run thy Race? Art going down? Thou seemest angry, why dost on us frown? Yea wrap thy head with Clouds, and hide thy face, As threatning to withdraw from us thy Grace? Oh leave us not! When once thou hid'st thy head, Our Horizon with darkness will be spread. Tell's, who hath thee offended? Turn again: Alas! too late Entreaties are in vain!
Comparison. Our Gospel has had here a Summers day; But in its Sun-shine we, like Fools, did play. Or else fall out, and with each other wrangle, And did instead of work not much but jangle. And if our Sun seems angry, hides his face, Shall it go down, shall Night possess this place? Let not the voice of night-Birds us afflict, And of our mis-spent Summer us convict.