Can you, the Author of our joy, / So soone depart?
1
Can you, the Author of our joy,
So soone depart?
Will you revive, and straight destroy,
New mirth to teares convert?
O that ever cause of gladnesse
Should so swiftly turne to sadnesse!
2
Now as we droupe, so will these flowers,
Bard of your sight,
Nothing availe them heav'nly showres
Without your heav'nly light.
When the glorious Sunne forsakes us,
Winter quickly over-takes us.
3
Yet shall our praiers your waies attend,
When you are gone;
And we the tedious time will spend,
Remembring you alone.
Welcome here shall you heare ever,
But the word of parting never.
Can you, the Author of our joy,
So soone depart?
Will you revive, and straight destroy,
New mirth to teares convert?
O that ever cause of gladnesse
Should so swiftly turne to sadnesse!
2
Now as we droupe, so will these flowers,
Bard of your sight,
Nothing availe them heav'nly showres
Without your heav'nly light.
When the glorious Sunne forsakes us,
Winter quickly over-takes us.
3
Yet shall our praiers your waies attend,
When you are gone;
And we the tedious time will spend,
Remembring you alone.
Welcome here shall you heare ever,
But the word of parting never.
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