Remayneth in the Root only;
Yet when the Son of Righteousnesse clear
Shall make Summer with us, our spirits to chear,
Warming our hearts with the sense of his favour,
Then must our flowers of piety savour,
And then the fruits of righteousnesse
We to the glory of God must expresse.
And as when Night is parted;
The Sun ascending our Hemisphear,
Ill fumes devouers, and opes the powers