A Dialogue between 



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Phill. nr\ Hen Midnight Ghosts sink to the shades 



below, 

 Affrighted, when the Cocks begin to Crow, 



And tell the day appears, 

 No longer they must stay, 

 But Instant pack away 



Unto Infernal spheres. 

 Then mortals wake and free from cares 

 Injoy the Day, expelling fears 



The Lamp of Heaven the Sun 

 Sends forth his glorious light, 

 And bids adiew to dismal night, 

 Our labour's then begun, 

 d morning Hymn, and to the Fields away, 

 We Dairy Maidens have no time for play, 



Love and his Idle houres 

 Neglected always be, 

 That grand simplicity 



No pastime is of ours, 

 But Joys supream, in udders full we find} 

 The blessings of our Kine, we only mind, 



Whose overflowing Feins 

 Give Nectar at our fire, 

 That Gods and J\fen admire 



Our Happiness and Pains. 



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