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As yet the early rising sun 
Has not attained his noon : 
Stay, stay, | 
Until the hastening day 
Has run 
eae ie But to the even-song ; 
Hee ata And, having prayed together, we 
| eg Will go with you along. 
uf We have short time to stay as you; 
He) We have as short a spring, 
I i | As quick a growth to meet decay, 
ft . As you, or any thing: 
Hi We die, 
As your hours do; and dry 
Away 
Like to the summer’s rain, 
Or as the pearls of morning dew, 
Ne’er to be found again. 
THE HAREBELL. 
Wir drooping bells of clearest blue, 
Thou didst attract my childish view, 
Almost resembling 
The azure butterflies that flew, 
Where on the heath thy blossoms grew 
So lightly trembling. 

