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001:01,001[A ]| Good morning to$4$ the Day; and, next, my Gold:
001:01,002[A ]| Open the shrine, that$3$ I may see my Saint.
001:01,003[A ]| Hayle the worlds soule, and mine. More glad then is
001:01,004[A ]| The teeming earth, to$9$ see the longd-for$5$ Sunne
001:01,005[A ]| Peepe through the hornes of the Ca*elestiall Ram,
001:01,006[A ]| Am I, to$9$ view thy splendor, darkening his:
001:01,007[A ]| That$6@1$ lying here, amongst my other hoordes,
001:01,008[A ]| Shew'st like$4$ a flame, by$4$ night; or like$4$ the Day
001:01,009[A ]| Strooke out of Chaos, when all darkenes fled
001:01,010[A ]| Unto the center. O thou Son of Sol,
001:01,011[A ]| (But brighter then thy father) let me kisse,
001:01,012[A ]| With adoration, thee, and euery relique
001:01,013[A ]| Of sacred treasure, in$4$ this blessed roome.
001:01,014[A ]| Well did wise Poets, by$4$ thy glorious name,
001:01,015[A ]| Title that$6@2$ age, which$6@1$ they would have the best;
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