ON THE FIFTH OF DECEMBER,
Being the birth-day of a very beautiful young lady.
BY MR. CHRISTOPHER SMART.
Hail eldest of the monthly train,
Sire of the winter drear,
December, in whose iron reign
Expires the chequer'd year:
Hush all the blust'ring blasts that blow,
And proudly plum'd in silver snow
Smile gladly on this blest of days;
The livery'd clouds shall on thee wait,
And phoebus shine in all his state,
With more than summer rays.
Tho' jocund june may justly boast
Long days and happy hours;
Tho' august be pomona's host,
And may be crown'd with flow'rs;
Tell june his fire and crimson dyes
By Harriot's blush, and Harriot's eyes
Eclips'd and vanquish'd fade away;
Tell august, thou canst let him see
A richer, riper fruit than He,
A sweeter flow'r than may.