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TO
THE QVEENE,
presented with a suit, in
the behalfe of F. S. directed,
From Orpheus Prince of Poets,
To the Queene of Light; In favour of a
young listner to his Harpe.
I sing these Numbers in the shady Land,
Where Ayrie Princes dwell; which I command
Some Spirit, or some Winde, gently convey
To you, whose breath is Spring, whose Eie-beames Day!
'Gainst your arrivall here, which must be late;
(Such pow'r the pray'rs of Mortalls have with Fate)
Fields I have dress'd, so rich in scent, and show;
As if your influence taught our Flow'rs to grow:
Where still delighted you shall nobly move;
Not like a sad Shadow, as they above
Where Ayrie Princes dwell; which I command
Some Spirit, or some Winde, gently convey
To you, whose breath is Spring, whose Eie-beames Day!
'Gainst your arrivall here, which must be late;
(Such pow'r the pray'rs of Mortalls have with Fate)
Fields I have dress'd, so rich in scent, and show;
As if your influence taught our Flow'rs to grow:
Where still delighted you shall nobly move;
Not like a sad Shadow, as they above
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