.FOR YOUTH XVI. . Upon the Sun's RifleClion upon' the Clouds in a· · fm'r Morning. LO 0 K yonder, ah ! methinks mine eyes do fee, Clouds edg'd with filver, as fine garments be!, Theylookasif they faw the golden fa ce, [grace. That makes black clouds mofi beautiful with, Unto the faints fweet incenfe of their prayer, Thefe fmoaky curled clouds I do compare. For as thefe clouds feem edg'd,. or lac'd with: gold., ' Their prayers return with bleiiings manifqld, ~vu .. Upon.,
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