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Come, they cry'l, 11.2.2011 play
One of Sion's wasza wyday. Sing! play! to whom (ah) law, ?), en boitet,
If not, Jeram, .?
Tell him we now can sharhim more
Then he himselte e re sitt before',
Apparel rinnallı in the Stefan of lofti Ipp. 1-5l): reportant in eliziolla of 10t I'l'473. 171. 172 pp. 111.161. u 1671)
Our ten is that of 16,7, in bafist's in 14- engraving here, in reproduced in our illu-eristel quarta edition. See Notes and Illustrations it close of this compatill. 11
Tell him, Tityrus, where th' hast been, Tell him Thyrsis, what th' hast seen.
The Babe look't vp and shew'd His face;
It was Thy day, Sweet ! and did rise Not from the East, but from Thine eyes.
Chorus. It was Thy day, Sweet.
The North forgott his feirce intent,
By those sweet eyes' persuasiue powrs Where he mean't frost, he scatter'd flows.
Chorus. By those sweet eyes.
We saw Thine eyes break from their East
We saw Thee; and we blest the sight, We s+ Tics by Thine Own sweet livlit.