Happy art thou, whom God does bless 

 With the full choice of thine own happiness ; 

 And happier yet, because thou 'rt blest 

 With prudence how to choose the best : 

 In books and gardens thou hast placed aright 

 (Things which thou well dost understand. 

 And both dost make with thy laborious hand) 

 Thy noble, innocent delight. 



ABRAHAM COWLBY. 



The trumpet of a prophecy ! O wind, 

 If winter comes, can spring be far behind ? 



SHBLUHT. 



