With fragrant flowers we strew the way, And make this our chiefe holy day, For though this Clime were blest of yore, Yet was it neuer proud before : O gracious King of second Troy, Accept of our vnfained ioy. 2 Now th'Aire is sweeter then sweet Balme, And Satires daunce about the Palme : Now earth with verdure newly dight, Giues perfect signes of her delight. O gracious King of second Troy, Accept of our vnfained ioy. 3 Now Birds record new harmonie, And trees doe whistle melodie : Now euery thing that Nature breeds Doth clad it selfe in pleasant weeds. O gracious King of second Troy, Accept of our vnfained ioy.
John Lyly 1554?-1606 "The Dittie of the six Virgins Song"
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