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E. B. Reed, 
Or longer in this vniuerse 
Wt Man-kind haue noe more Conuerse 
Farwell then Suns chearful light 
Whose Rayes expells the shades of Night 
Adeiu deare siluer-Horned Moone 
By step & step our time setts downe 
Yee Stars farwel that in Night appears 
Runing in your apoynted Spheres 
Who from your orbs soe far from hence 
Throwes downe on vs your influence 
Stay when you will your Constant Course 
For ouer death you haue noe force 
Farwel my Friends, farwel delight 
Deuided by Eternal Night 
My flitting years how soon th’are spent 
Remoued as a Sythian Tent 
Here to day to morrow dead 
Cut off like to a weauers thread 
In morning when new hopes began 
Er’ euening pinning sickness came 
Yitt did’st nott heare my sad groanes 
But lyon-like brake all my bones 
O whatt a little space is this 
T’wixt Being & not Beinge is 
Euen from th’ Eueninge to the Day 
My wasting Sperits faide away 
As Crane or Swallow sett alone 
To the 6 Lord I make my mo’ne 
And as the Doue that trembling sitts 
When Hawke aboue doth sores his pitch 
So faints my hart so failes myn eyes 
In seing such sad miseryes 
But thou in Mercy hast noe piere 
O help me in this troubled feare 
What shall I say but sure thus much 
Thy Word & Truth keep perfait touch 
For sin my soule shall all itts days 
Walke softly in my pensiue wayes 
By these things Lord doe Mortals hue 
New life by these things thou dost giue 
Lo, Peace to me dost thou restore 
And Joy for Greefe I had before 
