A reveille-Matin Ode to C.E.H. at Merworth March 15 1644

As the Black Curtain of the Night
Is open drawn
By the Gray-fingred-Dawn
To let out Light
And bid good morrow to the Teeming Day:
Soe let all Darkned Thoughts through Sin
Call in
Their Powers that led them in a blind fowld way
And Rows'd up from Securety
Bring Better Frutes unto Maturety.

For now the Fragrant East
The Spicery o'th'World
Hath Hurld
A Rosy Tincture ore the Phaenix nest
And from the Last Dayes Urne
An Other springes
And Brings
With it a Charrettier too in its turn
Soe that by this new Fier
Be Goodnes hatcht, all Wickednes expire.

Then, as This Prince of heat doth rise
In Power and in Might seem stronger
Proclaiming that 'tis night noe longer
By vanquishing (the witchcrafts of the Skies
The Spelly-Vaprous-Mists)
Soe let th'enlightned soule
Controwle
Our Actions that noe farther They persist
To follow sence, wherby t'invite
Ruine, the sawce t'unruly Appetite.

Thus Now it's Cleer
Out of all Question
The world's unmaskt and all of Valeing Gon
Phebus Triumphant ore our Hemisphere
Let us not therfore in Disguise
Seek, or Bravado
To Shaddow as 'twer under Maskerado
Soe many Faults and Villanies
Knowing that He who made the Light
Cannot be destetute Himself of sight

But though His Providence
Did This begett
That suns that rise should sett
And in appeerance Vanish hence
Yet doth he Clayme for th'interest
Of Day lights bliss
We slumber not amiss
When as our light is borrowed by the West
But the Choice Cabbinett of Mind adorn
With Contemplations may befit next morn.