WC - Withdraw yourselves, ye shepherds!

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Withdraw yourselves, ye shepards! from your bowers,
And strew the path with flowers.
The Nymphs are coming!
Sweetly the birds are chirping,
The swift beasts running,
As all amazed, the stand still gazing,
To see such stars blazing,
To Dian bravely treading.
The powers divine, to her do vail their bonnets,
Prepare yourselves to sound your pastoral sonnets,

Then sang the shepaherds and nymphs of Diana,
Long live fair Oriana!

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