I But now the second Morning, from her bow'r, Began to glister in her beams, and now The roses of the day began to flow'r In th' eastern garden; for Heav'ns smiling brow Half insolent for joy begun to show: The early Sun came lively dancing out, And the brag lambs ran wantoning about, That heav'n, and earth might seem in triumph both to shout.
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