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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354727" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Morning Quatrains</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE cock has crow'd an hour ago, <br>'Tis time we now dull sleep forego; <br>Tir'd Nature is by sleep redress'd, <br>And Labour's overcome by rest. <br>We have out-done the work of Night, <br>'Tis time we rise t'attend the Light, <br>And e'er he shall his beams display, <br>To plot new bus'ness for the Day. <br>None but the slothful, or unsound, <br>Are by the Sun in feathers found, <br>Nor, without rising with the Sun, <br>Can the world's bus'ness e'er be done. <br>Hark! Hark! the watchful Chanticler <br>Tells us the Day's bright harbinger <br>Peeps o'er the eastern hills, to awe <br>And warm night's sov'reign to withdraw. <br>The morning curtains now are drawn, <br>And now appears the blushing dawn; <br>Aurora has her roses shed, <br>To strew the way Sol's steeds must tread. <br>Xanthus and Aethon harness'd are, <br>To roll away the burning car, <br>And, snorting flame, impatient bear <br>The dressing of the charioteer. <br>The sable cheeks of sullen Night <br>Are streak'd with rosy streams of light, <br>Whilst she retires away in fear, <br>To shade the other hemisphere. <br>The merry lark now takes her wings, <br>And long'd-for Day's loud welcome sings, <br>Mounting her body out of sight, <br>As if she meant to meet the Light. <br>Now doors and windows are unbarr'd, <br>Each-where are cheerful voices heard, <br>And round about 'Good-morrows' fly, <br>As if Day taught Humanity. <br>The chimnies now to smoke begin, <br>And the old wife sits down to spin, <br>Whilst Kate, taking her pail, does trip <br>Mull's swoll'n and straddl'ing paps to strip. <br>Vulcan now makes his anvil ring, <br>Dick whistles loud, and Maud doth sing, <br>And Silvio with his bugle horn <br>Winds an Imprime unto the Morn. <br>Now through the morning doors behold <br>Phoebus array'd in burning gold, <br>Lashing his fiery steeds, displays <br>His warm and all-enlight'ning rays. <br>Now each one to his work prepares, <br>All that have hands are labourers, <br>And manufactures of each trade <br>By op'ning shops are open laid. <br>Hob yokes his oxen to the team, <br>The angler goes unto the stream, <br>The woodman to the purlews hies, <br>And lab'ring bees to load their thighs. <br>Fair Amarillis drives her flocks, <br>All night safe-folded from the fox, <br>To flow'ry downs, where Colin stays, <br>To court her with his roundelays. <br>The traveller now leaves his inn <br>A new day's journey to begin, <br>As he would post it with the day, <br>And early rising makes good way. <br>The slick-fac'd school-boy satchel takes, <br>And with slow pace small riddance makes; <br>For why, the haste we make, you know <br>To Knowledge and to Virtue's slow. <br>The fore-horse jingles on the road, <br>The wagoner lugs on his load, <br>The field with busy people snies, <br>And city rings with various cries. <br>The World is now a busy swarm, <br>All doing good, or doing harm; <br>But let's take heed our acts be true, <br>For Heaven's eye sees all we do. <br>None can that piercing sight evade, <br>It penetrates the darkest shade, <br>And sin, though it could 'scape the eye, <br>Would be discover'd by the cry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Cotton">Charles Cotton</a><div class=q>
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'Tis time we now dull sleep forego; 
Tir'd Nature is by sleep redress'd, 
And Labour's overcome by rest. 
We have out-done the work of Night, 
'Tis time we rise t'attend the Light, 
And e'er he shall his beams dis..."></div>
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