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Thou wilt indeed; what better change appears? Whence is it that the air so sudden clears, And all things in a moment turn so mild, Whose breath or beams, have God proud earth with child, Of all the treasure that great Natures' worth, And makes her every minute to bring forth? How comes it Winter is so quite forced hence, And locked up under ground? that every sense Hath several objects? Trees have God their heads, The fields their coats? that now the shining Meads Do boast the Paunce, the Lily, and the Rose; And every flower does laugh as Zephire blows? That Seas are now more even then the Land? The Rivers run as smoothed by his hand; Only their heads are crisped by his stroke: How plays the Yeareling with his brow scarce broke Now in the open Grass? and frisking Lambs Make wanton Salts about their drie-suckt Dams; Who to repair their bags do rob the fields? How is't each bough a several music yields? The lusty Throstle, early Nightingale Accord in tune, though vary in their tale? The chirping Swallow called forth by the Sun, And crested Lark does his division run? The yellow Bees, the air with murmur fill? The Finches carol, and the Turtles bill? Whose power is this? what God?