Again the swift revolving year, <br />Returns the bright th' auspicious morn, <br />That shed its kindest influence here, <br />When Britain's future queen was born. <br />Still may the Sun on this blest day <br />With brighter beams indulgent rise, <br />Still emulate the glad'ning ray, <br />And milder glories of her eyes <br />Those charms thy spotless youth adorn <br />Each rip'ning year shall more display: <br />So the soft blushes of the morn <br />Give promise of a brighter day. <br />The pomp of pow'r, the grateful awe, <br />And homage which on sovereigns wait, <br />Your eyes without that aid cou'd draw, <br />And not demand it, but create. <br />Yet not that all-commanding form, <br />That face where love's soft graces play, <br />Tho' bright in every female charm, <br />Shall claim, alone, the muse's lay. <br />She meditates a nobler praise, <br />And wings a far more glorious flight, <br />Drinks in thy virtue's fuller blaze <br />And basks in those fair beams of light. <br />First in the ever smiling train <br />Religion sheds diffusive grace <br />In they fair breast confirms her reign, <br />And gives the sacred sweets of peace. <br />There every generous passion glows, <br />That can the human soul refine. <br />There soft maternal fondness flows, <br />And love so pure, 'tis half divine. <br />Well has it been decreed by fate, <br />A form so fair, so bright a mind, <br />Should grace the world's chief regal seat, <br />And bless the noblest of mankind.<br /><br />Charlotte Lennox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ode-on-the-birth-day/
