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SONNET IV. ON THE AUTHOR's BIRTH-DAY.

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

Now from the Orient o'er the laughing Earth
The Sun obliquely darts his ruddy ray;
And mild, in cloudless glory, leads the day
That first auspicious dawn'd upon my birth.
Yet not with songs of joy and festal mirth
Can I this rising day salute like they
Who, while they turn their actions to survey,
With every added year see added worth.
Me, as my noon of manhood hastens on,
Fierce and more fierce the heats of Passion burn:
In vain is Reason's fleeting shade o'ercast.—
Soon the cool salutary shade is flown,
And soon, forth-bursting bright, the heats return,
To the chill eve of Westering Age to last.