FOR THE NEW YEAR: TO THE SUN. Intended To be Sung before Their Majesties on New-Years Day. 1693/4. Matthew Prior Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. R21857 A55906 Prior, Matthew, 1664-1721. For the New Year, to the sun intended to be sung before Their Majesties on New-Years Day, 1693/4 / written by Mr. Prior at the Hague. London Printed for J. Tonson ... 1694 pp. 1-4. 4 p.

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FOR THE NEW YEAR : TO THE SUN . Intended To be Sung before Their Majesties on New-Years Day . 1693 / 4 . Written by Mr. Prior at the Hague . LIGHT of the World , and Ruler of the Year , With happy Speed begin thy great Career ; And as the Radiant Journey's run Where e're thy Beams are spread , where e're thy Power is known , Through all the distant Nations own , That in Fair Albion thou hast seen The Greatest Prince , the Brightest Queen , That ever Sav'd a People , ever Grac'd a Throne . So may Thy God-head be confest , So the returning Year be Blest , As its Infant Months bestow Springing Wreaths for William's Brow ; As its Summer's Youth shall shed Eternal Sweets round Mary's Head : From the Blessings They shall know , Our Times are Dated , and our Aera's move , They Govern , and Enlighten all below As Thou do'st all above . Let our Heroe in the War Active and Fierce like Thee , appear ; Like Thee , Great Son of Iove , like Thee , When clad in rising Majesty Thou Marchest down o'er Delos Hills confest , With all thy Arrows Arm'd , with all thy Glory Drest . Like Thee , the Heroe , does his Arms imploy , The raging Python to destroy , Cho. And give the injur'd Nations Peace and Ioy . From Ancient Times Historic Stores Gather all the smiling Hours , All that with Friendly Care have guarded Patriots and Kings in Rightful Wars , All that with Conquest have rewarded His Great Fore-fathers Pious Cares , All that Story have Recorded Sacred to Nassau's long Renown , For Countries Sack'd and Battels Won . Cho. March Them again in fair Array , And bid Them form the Happy Day , The Happy Day design'd to wait On William's Fame , and Europe's Fate . Let the Happy Day be Crown'd With great Event and fair Success , No brighter in the Year be found , But that which brings the Victor home in Peace . Again Thy God-head we implore , ( Great in Wisdom as in Power ) Again for Mary's sake and ours , Chuse out other smiling Hours , Such as with lucky Wings have fled When Happy Counsels were advising , Such as have glad Omens shed O'er forming Laws and Empires rising ; Such as many Lustres ran Hand in Hand a goodly Train , To bless the Great Eliza's Reign , And in the Typic Glory show The fuller Bliss which Mary should bestow . As the Graver Hours advance , Mingled send into the Dance , Many fraught with all the Treasures Which the Eastern Travel views , Many wing'd with all the Pleasures Man can ask , or Heav'n diffuse . To ease the Cares which for Her Subjects sake The Pious Queen does with glad Patience take . Cho. To let Her all the Blessings know Which from those Cares upon Her Subjects flow . For Thy own Glory sing our Sov'raign's Praise ( God of Verses and of Days ) Let all Thy Tuneful Sons adorn Their lasting Work with William's Name , Let chosen Muses yet unborn Take Mary's Goodness for their Theam : Eternal Structures let Them raise On William's and on Mary's Praise , Nor want new Subjects for the Song , Nor fear They can exhaust the Store , Till Nature's Musick lies unstrung , Till Thou shalt shine no more . FINIS .