A New Years Ode for 1736-1737
Composed in a Dream, the Author imagining himself to be the Poet Laureate
A New Year's Ode! Heav'ns! how shall I begin?
One year's gone, and t'other's just come in.
But yesterday, if I aright remember,
Was styl'd the one and thirtieth of December.
This present is the first of January.
Good lack a day! How times and seasons vary!
'Tis an old subject, quite to tatters wore.
What can I say that ha'n't been said before?
But I wish chronologers would fix
Whether 'tis thirty seven or thirty six.
A New Year's Ode! Heav'ns! how shall I begin?
One year's gone, and t'other's just come in.
But yesterday, if I aright remember,
Was styl'd the one and thirtieth of December.
This present is the first of January.
Good lack a day! How times and seasons vary!
'Tis an old subject, quite to tatters wore.
What can I say that ha'n't been said before?
But I wish chronologers would fix
Whether 'tis thirty seven or thirty six.
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