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 That oft have left your purest crystal springs To hearken to his lays, that coulden wipe Away all grief and sorrow from your hearts! Alas! who now is left that like him sings? When shall you hear again like harmony? So sweet a sound, who to you now imparts? Lo where engravèd by his hand yet lives The name of STELLA in yonder bay tree. Happy name! happy tree! Fair may you grow And spread your sacred branch, which honour gives, To famous emperors; and poets crown. Unhappy flock! that wander scattered now. What marvel if through grief, ye woxen lean, Forsake your food, and hang your heads adown? For such a shepherd never shall you guide; Whose parting, hath of weal bereft you clean.

Lycon. PHILLISIDES is dead! O happy sprite! That now in heaven with blessèd souls dost bide. Look down awhile from where thou sitt'st above, And see how busy shepherds be to indite Sad songs of grief, their sorrows to declare; And grateful memory of their kind love. Behold myself with COLIN gentle swain, Whose learned Muse thou cherisht most whilere, Where we thy name recording, seek to ease The inward torment and tormenting pain