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THE DAY ESTIVAL
Not guided by no Phaëton,  Nor trained in a chair; But by the high and holy One  Whilk does all where impyre.
The burning beams down from his face  So fervently can beat, That man and beast now seeks a place  To save them from the heat.
The breathless flocks draws to the shade,  And freshure of the fold; The startling nolt, as they were mad,  Run to the river cold.
The herds beneath some leafy tree,  Amid the flowers they lie; The stable ships upon the sea  Tends up their sails to dry.
The hart, the hind, the fallow deer,  Are tapished at their rest; The fowls, and birds that made the bir,  Prepares their pretty nest.
The rayons dures descending down,  All kindles in a gleed; In cottage nor in borrows town  May none set forth their head.
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