Classic Poem

Contemplatio Diurna

When we behowld the Morning Dewe
Dissolve with'rising Sun: what doth it shew?
But that a Sonn to us did rise
Our Fathers hoary Sin to atomize
And when the Flowres displaid appeer
To entertain the mounting Charretier
What would they say in that fair dress?
But Mans redemption out of wretchednes
For the shade-shortning Noon can tell
The prowd and such as with ambition swell
That whilst upon opignions wing
They seek to soar they work their lessening
And the Prognostique Western sett
May our conditions rightly counterfett
For if we rise, shine, and sett cleer
The Day-Starr from above's Our Comforter
If Sinn becloud Us as we fall
Our next Dayes rise will prove our Funerall
et quid lachrimabilius