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Here, where the Sommer is so little seene,
That Leaves (her cheapest wealth) scarce reach at greene;
You come, as if the silver Planet were
Misled a while from her much injur'd Spheare,
And t'ease the travailes of her beames to night,
In this small Lanthorn would contract her light.
That Leaves (her cheapest wealth) scarce reach at greene;
You come, as if the silver Planet were
Misled a while from her much injur'd Spheare,
And t'ease the travailes of her beames to night,
In this small Lanthorn would contract her light.
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