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To Clemene on her Birth-day.
Being the Epiphany.
Weary of Sleep, I watch'd the breaking Day,
I saw the Sun and bless'd his early Ray,
Whose Beams diffusive did at once impart
Light to my Eyes, and Pleasure to my Heart.
For 'tis a Day, which I have mark'd for Mirth,
Hallow'd to me by good Clemene's Birth,
Tho' it long since has shone among the rest,
In Robes of Red canonically drest,
Of sacred Fame a thousand Years ago;
But you, fair Saint, have made it doubly so.
I saw the Sun and bless'd his early Ray,
Whose Beams diffusive did at once impart
Light to my Eyes, and Pleasure to my Heart.
For 'tis a Day, which I have mark'd for Mirth,
Hallow'd to me by good Clemene's Birth,
Tho' it long since has shone among the rest,
In Robes of Red canonically drest,
Of sacred Fame a thousand Years ago;
But you, fair Saint, have made it doubly so.
May Constellations of propitious Pow'rs
Presiding rule, and influence the Hours:
That all its happy Births may justly bless
The bright Ascendants of their Happiness.
And may you see its oft-repeated Round
With calm Delights, and softest Pleasures crown'd;
Be long preserv'd, free from uneasy Cares,
And not grow old in any thing but Years.
Presiding rule, and influence the Hours:
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The bright Ascendants of their Happiness.
And may you see its oft-repeated Round
With calm Delights, and softest Pleasures crown'd;
Be long preserv'd, free from uneasy Cares,
And not grow old in any thing but Years.
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