The Poetical Works of William Drummond of Hawthornden ::

To faire hopes to give reines now is it time,
And soare as high as just desires may climbe;
O Halcyonean, cleere, and happy day,
From sorry wights let sorrow flie away,
And vexe Antarticke climes, great Britaines woes
Evanish, joy now in her Zenith glowes,
The old Leucadian Syth-bearing Sire
(Though cold) for thee feeles flames of sweet desire,
And many lusters at a perfect height
Shall keep thy Scepters majestie, as bright
And strong in power and glory every way,
As when thy peerelesse Parent did it sway,
Nere turning wrinkled in times endlesse length,
But one in her first beauty, youthfull strength,
Like thy rare mind, which stedfast as the Pole
Still fixed stands, however Sphæres doe role;
More, to inhaunce thy favours, this thy raigne
His age of gold he shall restore againe,
Love, Iustice, Honour, Innocence renew,
Mens spirits with white simplicity indue,
Make all to live in plenties ceaselesse store

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With equall shares, not wishing to have more;
Then shall not cold the Plow-mens hopes beguile,
On earth shall skie with lovely glances smile,
Vntill'd, which shall each flower and hearbe bring forth,
And with faire gardens make of equall worth;
Life (long) shall not be thrall'd to mortall dates,
Thus heavens decree, so have ordain'd the Fates.

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[iii] Saturne.