Morn, that now meet'st the orient sun, now fliest 4. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise Join voices, all ye living souls! Ye birds, Bear on your wings, and in your notes, his praise! To give us only good; and if the night |
Morn, that now meet'st the orient sun, now fliest 4. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise Join voices, all ye living souls! Ye birds, Bear on your wings, and in your notes, his praise! To give us only good; and if the night |