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TO
THE QVEENE,
upon a New-yeares day.
You of the Guard make way! and you that keepe
The Presence warme, and quiet whilst you sleep,
Permit me passe! and then (if any where
Imploy'd) you Angels that are busi'st here,
And are the strongest Guard, although unseene,
Conduct me neere the Chamber of the Queene!
Where with such reverence as Hermits use
At richest Shrines, I may present my Muse:
Awake! salute, and satisfie thy sight,
Not with the fainting Sun's, but thine owne Light!
Let this Day breake from thine owne Silken spheare,
This Day, the birth, and Infant of the yeare!
Nor is there need of Purple, or of Lawne
To vest thee in, were but thy Curtaines drawne,
The Presence warme, and quiet whilst you sleep,
Permit me passe! and then (if any where
Imploy'd) you Angels that are busi'st here,
And are the strongest Guard, although unseene,
Conduct me neere the Chamber of the Queene!
Where with such reverence as Hermits use
At richest Shrines, I may present my Muse:
Awake! salute, and satisfie thy sight,
Not with the fainting Sun's, but thine owne Light!
Let this Day breake from thine owne Silken spheare,
This Day, the birth, and Infant of the yeare!
Nor is there need of Purple, or of Lawne
To vest thee in, were but thy Curtaines drawne,
Men
