LOOK back, old Janus, and survey, From Time's birth till this new-born day, All the successful season bound With laurel wreaths, and trophies crown'd; Turn o'er the annals past, and where Happy auspicious days appear, Mark'd with the whiter stone, that cast On the dark brow of th' ages past A dazzling lustre, let them shine In this succeeding circle's twine, Till it be round with glories spread, Then with it crown our Charles his head, That we th' ensuing year may call One great continu'd festival. Fresh joys, in vari'd forms, apply To each distinct captivity. Season his cares by day with nights Crown'd with all conjugal delights; May the choice beauties that inflame His royal breast be still the same, And he still think them such, since more Thou canst not give from Nature's store. Then as a father let him be With numerous issue blest, and see The fair and godlike offspring grown From budding stars to suns full-blown. Circle with peaceful olive boughs And conquering bays his regal brows; Let his strong virtues overcome And bring him bloodless trophies home; Strew all the pavements where he treads With loyal hearts or rebels' heads: But, Bifront, open thou no more In his blest reign the temple door. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DREAM-PEDLARY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE LITTLE BOY LOST, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TO NATURE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ARE THE CHILDREN AT HOME? by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER INDIAN SUMMER (2) by JOHN BANISTER TABB |