We are prevented; you whose Presence is <br />A Publick New-yeares gift, a Common bliss <br />To all that Love or Feare, give no man leave <br />To vie a Gift but first he shall receave; <br />Like as the Persian Sun with golden Eies <br />First shines upon the Priest and Sacrifice. <br /> <br /> <br />Ile on howere; May this yeare happier prove <br />Than all the Golden Age when Vertue strove <br />With nothing but with Vertue; may it bee <br />Such as the Dayes of Saturnes Infancy. <br />May every Tide and Season joyntly fitt <br />All your Intents and your Occasions hitt: <br />May every Grayne of Sand within your Glass <br />Number a fresh content before it pass. <br />And when success comes on, stand then each howre <br />Like Josuah's Day, & grow to three or fowre: <br />At last when this yeare rounds and wheeles away, <br />Bee still the next yeare like the old yeares Day.<br /><br />William Strode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-new-year-s-gift/
