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QDE for the NEW YEAR 1795. By Henry Jamas Pye, Esq. 
Poet Laureat. . 
~ L. 
GAIN the swift revolving hours 
Bring January's frozen car ; 
Still discord on the nations low’rs, 
Still reigns the iron pow’r of war. 
Hush’d be awhile the tumult’s storm ; 
Awhile let Concord’s milder form 
Glide gently o’er each smiling plain, 
While as they weave the myrtle wreath 
The sportive loves and graces breathe 
The hymeneal strain. 
If. 
From Parent-Elbe’s high-trophy’d shore, 
Whence our illustrious chiefs of yore 
Brought that blest code of laws their sons revere, 
And bade the glorious fabric flourish here, 
The royal virgincomes——Ye gales + 
Auspicious, fill the swelling sails ; 
And, while ye gently curl the azure deep, 
Let ev’ry ruder blast in silence sleep ; 
For not from Afric’s golden sands, 
Or either India’s glowing lands, 
Have e’er the favouring Naiads brought 
A prize to us so dear, a bark so richly fraught. 
6 Hil. 
Bright maid, to thy expecting eyes 
When Albion’s cliffs congenial rise, 
No foreign forms thy looks shall meet, 
Thine ear no foreign i greet 
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