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[24] Which was the cause that I came hither, The very violence of the weather. The Lord grant us a happy ſpring. That we poor birds may chant and ſing, And lilt our notes upon the banks, To give our Maker praise and thanks When the winter of this world's away: Then comes the heavenly ſummer day There ſhall be joy without ſadness, Youth but age, eternal gladness! Grant us thy love, O! heavenly Father ; And bless and ſave us altogether, By thy almighty power divine, And make thy countenance on us ſhine. Thy only Son our ſouls restor'd; Thou height us grace and mercy, Lord. And grant us all, we thee intreat, The fellowſhip of thy holy Spirit, For ever with us to remain. Amen, Amen Sir, quoth the Wren.

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CONCLUSION.

You may believe him, if you please; He is as true a bird as flees: And ſpeaks nothing but what is true, And will not ſleech nor flatter you. And for the Wren you may consider, She is of nature like the other; And both do acquiesce to reason, And chant their notes into their ſeason.

F I N I S.