OH WHAT MORNING, MY FRENS

I WISH TO SPEAK OF THE BIRDS ABD TGE BEES, AND I MEAN NOT THAT ACT OF SEGGS

I MEAN AS TO THESE BIRDS AND THOSE BEES IN YON FLOWERS ADORNED I SUCH ARRAY AS EVEN KING SOLOMON WAS NOT GARBED

AT THESE CLOUDS AND COOL RELIEF THE LORD HAS GIVEN THIS MORNING, AND THAT SUN THAT ARISES FOR ITS DAY'S WORK

O HOW GREAT IS THAT HEAVENSMITH THAT HE SHOULD CREATE SUCH AS THESE, AND WHAT WONDER AND GLORY ARE IN THESE SMALL AND MUNDANE THINGS