To A Lady, January 1st, 1805 Poem by Christian Milne

To A Lady, January 1st, 1805



TO-DAY , when compliments are flying,
Each wishing each 'a good new year,'
Kind Madam, ever most complying,
Lend the poor Bard your willing ear.
Sincere 'a good new year' I wish you!
Health, wealth, and joy be ever yours!
May GOD with peace and comfort bless you!
May care and sorrow shun your doors!
Heav'n guard the partner of your bosom,
On whom your soul's chief wish is hung!
May grace and truth adorn each blossom
That from your mutual love is sprung!
A new-born year to some brings pleasure--
To others fraught it comes with woe;
Yet, while swift time its years shall measure,
May each on you some gift bestow!
May future, like past days, be pleasant--
Earth's chiefest blessings may you prove,
Till HE , who guards the Prince and peasant,
Shall bring you to your home above!

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