Poems (Temple)/Song (When the fair Morning)

For works with similar titles, see Song.
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     When the fair Morning     Nature adorning,Chases the shadows of Night from the sky;     Oh what a pleasure     Fondly to treasureAll the rich graces that burst from her eye.
     Thus should the roses,     Fortune discloses,Wisely be gather'd ere Youth fades away;     Timely remember     Gloomy December,Treads on the frolicsome footsteps of May.
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