To
Mrs.
Barber
.
By
the
Same
.
New-Year's-Day
,
1733.
See
,
the
bright
Sun
renews
his
annual
Course
,
Each
Beam
re-tinges
,
and
revives
its
Force
,
By
Years
uninjur'd
;
so
may'st
thou
remain
,
Not
Time
from
thee
,
but
thou
from
Time
may'st
gain
:
O
might
the
Fates
thy
vital
Thread
prolong
,
And
make
thy
Life
immortal
,
as
thy
Song
!
Less
Lustre
waits
the
God
,
when
he
refines
The
rip'ning
Metal
in
Peruvian
Mines
;
Brightens
the
Crystal
with
transparent
Day
,
Or
points
the
Di'mond
with
its
sparkling
Ray
;
Than
when
,
delighted
,
he
thy
Soul
inspires
,
Informs
thy
Judgment
,
and
thy
Fancy
fires
;
Assists
thee
striking
out
some
bold
Design
,
And
breathes
immortal
Honours
on
each
Line
:
In
common
as
His
Rays
on
all
descend
,
So
You
the
Great
delight
,
the
Poor
befriend
:
As
Heat
productive
His
bright
Beams
bestow
,
So
,
warm
with
Life
,
your
pow'rful
Numbers
flow
:
As
He
from
Clouds
bursts
forth
divinely
bright
,
So
Envy
sets
You
in
a
fairer
Light
:
Yet
,
tho'
thus
far
Similitude
we
see
,
One
Thing
disturbs
the
wond'rous
Harmony
;
With
faded
Light
the
Winter
Sun
appears
,
Whilst
You
shine
brighter
in
Decline
of
Years
.