See the day begins to break

See the day begins to break,

And the light shoots like a streak

Of subtil fire, the wind blows cold,

Whilst the morning doth unfold;

Now the Birds begin to rouse,

And the Squirril from the boughs

Leaps to get him Nuts and fruit;

The early Lark that erst was mute,

Carrols to the rising day

Many a note and many a lay:

Therefore here I end my watch,

Lest the wandring swain should catch

Harm, or lose himself. Amo. Ah me!