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From Hymns of A strĉa , 1599 Of Astrĉa Early before the day doth spring Let us awake , my muse , and sing , It is no time to slumber ; So many joys this time doth bring As time will fail to number . But whereto shall we bend our lays ?
From Hymns of A strĉa , 1599 Of Astrĉa Early before the day doth spring Let us awake , my muse , and sing , It is no time to slumber ; So many joys this time doth bring As time will fail to number . But whereto shall we bend our lays ?
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40 Spring , the sweet spring , is the year's pleasant king ; Then blooms each thing , then maids dance in a ring , Cold doth not sting , the pretty birds do sing : Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo !
40 Spring , the sweet spring , is the year's pleasant king ; Then blooms each thing , then maids dance in a ring , Cold doth not sting , the pretty birds do sing : Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo !
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A ward , and still in bonds , one day I stole abroad ; It was high spring , and all the way Primrosed and hung with shade ; Yet was it frost within , And surly winds Blasted my infant buds , and sin Like clouds eclipsed my mind .
A ward , and still in bonds , one day I stole abroad ; It was high spring , and all the way Primrosed and hung with shade ; Yet was it frost within , And surly winds Blasted my infant buds , and sin Like clouds eclipsed my mind .
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