Poems (Temple)/Song (When the fair Morning)

For works with similar titles, see Song.
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     When the fair Morning
     Nature adorning,
Chases the shadows of Night from the sky;
     Oh what a pleasure
     Fondly to treasure
All the rich graces that burst from her eye.

     Thus should the roses,
     Fortune discloses,
Wisely be gather'd ere Youth fades away;
     Timely remember
     Gloomy December,
Treads on the frolicsome footsteps of May.

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