E overstate take
Imagination (given us to bring down
the choirs of singing angels overshone
By Gods clear glory) doo rake
tead, flake following flake,
to cover all the corn; we walk upon
thrown,
And pant like climbers: near the alder brake
e sigingale hin
Refuses to sing loud, as else she would.
O brot us leave the shame and sin
Of taking vainly, in a plaintive mood,
the holy name of GRIEF !--holy herein
t by the grief of ONE came all our good.