A MORNING AFTER MOURNING by WILLIAM BASSE

LET me no longer Presse your gentle eies,
Be'ing of themselues franke of religious teares:
But stanch these streames with solace from the Skies
Whence @3Hymen@1 deck'd in Saffron robes appeares.
Let @3Henry@1 now rest in our memories,
And let the @3Rest,@1 rest in our eies and eares.
Now He hath had his Rites, Let Those have their adorning
By whose bright beames our Night of mourning ha's a morning.

And now (my Muse) unmasque thee: And see how
A second Sonne in Henries place doth shine.
See Fiue great Feastes all meete in one Day, now.
Our @3Maker@1 keepes his Sabaoth most divine.
Isis and Rhene are joyn'd in sacred vow;
And faire Eliza's Fredericke's Valentine.
The @3Court@1 in joy attires hir splendent brow:
The @3Country shroues;@1 And all in mirth combine.
Fiue-times be hallowed The Day wherein GOD rests,
Saints triumph, Princes wed; and Court and Country feaste's.

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