HYMN I Of Astræa E L I S A B E T H A R E G I N A arly before the day doth spring et us awake, my Muse, and sing, t is no time to slumber: o many joys this time doth bring s time will fail to number. ut whereto shall we bend our lays? ven up to heaven, again to raise he maid which, thence descended, ath brought again the golden days nd all the world amended. udenesse it self she doth refine, ven like an alchemist divine, ross times of iron turning nto the purest form of gold, ot to corrupt till heaven wax old, nd be refined with burning. Source: Brooks-Davies, Douglas, Ed. Silver Poets of the Sixteenth Century. London: J. M. Dent & Sons, Ltd, 1992. 341. to Works of Sir John Davies Site copyright ©1996-2007 Anniina Jokinen. All Rights Reserved. Created by Anniina Jokinen on September 8, 1997. Last updated January 19, 2007.