Aire, and ye Elements t birth [ 180 ]

    Of Natures omb, t in quaternion run

    Perpetual Circle, multiform; and mix

    And nouris your ceasless change

    Varie to our great Maker still new praise.

    Ye Mists and Exions t now rise [ 185 ]

    From eaming Lake, duskie or grey,

    till t your fleecie skirts h Gold,

    In o t Author rise,

    o deck h uncolourd skie,

    Or  tie Earth falling showers, [ 190 ]

    Rising or falling still advance his praise.

    from four Quarters blow,

    Breat or loud; and ops, ye Pines,

    it, in sign of orship wave.

    Fountains and yee, t warble, as ye flow, [ 195 ]

    Melodious murmurs, une his praise.

    Joyn voices all ye living Souls; ye Birds,

    t singing up to e ascend,

    Bear on your es his praise;

    Yee t in aters glide, and yee t walk [ 200 ]

    tately tread, or lowly creep;

    itness if I be silent, Morn or Eeven,

    to ain, or fresh shade

    Made vocal by my Song, and taught his praise.

    eous still [ 205 ]

    to give us onely good; and if t

    of evil or conceald,

    Disperse it, as now lighe dark.

    So prayd t, and to ts

    Firm peace recoverd soon and ed calm. [ 210 ]

    On to te

    Among s dewes and flours; where any row

    Of Fruit-trees overwoodie reacoo farr

    to check

    Fruitless imbraces: or the Vine [ 215 ]

    to wed  wines

    h her brings

    ed Clusters, to adorn