And pure, bright, heavenly joys henceforth illume your heart!
AN ODE
WRITTEN ON THE TWELFTH-NIGHT AFTER CHRISTMAS.
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The New Year has commenced,
And the season is mild;
Should our hearts be condensed,
Like an obstinate child?
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Sing, sing to the harp, to the year that is past;
To the year now a coming, fill, fill to the brim;