O dive custos Auriacae domus, Z. 504 "Elegy on the Death of Queen Mary"

de Henry Purcell

Wake, wake, Quivera, our soft rest must cease,
And fly together with our Country's peace;
No more must we sleep under Plantain shade,
Which neither Heat could peirce, nor Cold invade;
Where bount'ous Nature never feels decay,
And op'ning Buds drive falling Fruits away.

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