To the Suns accosting our Troppick and huishering in the Spring-April: 19ÔÇô1654

Wellcome wellcome Glorious light
That not only conquerst night
But putst winter now to flight
'Tis thy presence with thy rayes
That again ad'st howers to dayes
Blessing our Climat sevrall wayes
For its Thy auspitious hand
Stroaks pregnancy all ore the land
That Teeming is at thy command
Soe the silver Dazy's seen
To enrich that bank of green
With guilded Cowslips between
Such as nere on Tagus shore
Glistering wittches, nor such ore
From Inds mines digged; but far more
Up-start at your approach Primroses
The chief ingredient to Poses
And captivate both eyes and noses
Then to redeem this Fate again
The purple Violet I'le maintain
Sits ore the rest as Soverain
Who shall now Protector be
Ore such Treasures Soveranty
But O-liver? O that is He.