E overstate take

    Imagination (given us to bring down

    the choirs of singing angels overshone

    By Gods clear glory) doo rake

    tead, flake following flake,

    to cover all the corn; we walk upon

    thrown,

    And pant like climbers: near the alder brake

    e sigingale hin

    Refuses to sing loud, as else she would.

    O brot us leave the shame and sin

    Of taking vainly, in a plaintive mood,

    the holy name of GRIEF !--holy herein

    t by the grief of ONE came all our good.