TO THE NEW YEAR.
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Thus mounted the great Prophet to the skies;
Astonish'd men, who oft had seen stars fall,
Or that which so they call,
Wonder'd from hence to see one rise.
The soft clouds melted him a way;
The snow and frosts which in it lay
Awhile the sacred footsteps bore;
The wheels and horses' hoofs hizz'd as they pass'd them o'er!
Astonish'd men, who oft had seen stars fall,
Or that which so they call,
Wonder'd from hence to see one rise.
The soft clouds melted him a way;
The snow and frosts which in it lay
Awhile the sacred footsteps bore;
The wheels and horses' hoofs hizz'd as they pass'd them o'er!
He pass'd by th' moon and planets, and did fright
All the worlds there which at this meteor gaz'd,
And their astrologers amaz'd
With th' unexampled sight.
But where he stopp'd will ne'er be known,
Till Phœnix Nature, aged grown,
To' a better thing do aspire,
And mount herself, like him, to' eternity in fire.
All the worlds there which at this meteor gaz'd,
And their astrologers amaz'd
With th' unexampled sight.
But where he stopp'd will ne'er be known,
Till Phœnix Nature, aged grown,
To' a better thing do aspire,
And mount herself, like him, to' eternity in fire.
TO THE NEW YEAR.
Great Janus! (who dost sure my mistress view
With all thine eyes, yet think'st them all too few)
If thy fore-face do see
No better things prepar'd for me,
Than did thy face behind;
If still her breast must shut against me be
(For ’tis not Peace that temple's gate does bind);
Oh, let my life, if thou so many deaths a-coming find,
With all thine eyes, yet think'st them all too few)
If thy fore-face do see
No better things prepar'd for me,
Than did thy face behind;
If still her breast must shut against me be
(For ’tis not Peace that temple's gate does bind);
Oh, let my life, if thou so many deaths a-coming find,
