Sonnet 62

Sonnet 62

The weary Year his Race now having run,
The new begins his compast Course anew:
With shew of Morning mild he hath begun,
Betokening Peace and Plenty to ensew.

So let us, which this chance of Weather view,
Change eke our Minds, and former Lives amend
The old Year's Sins forepast let us eschew,
And fly the Faults with which we did offend.

Then shall the New-Year's Joy forth freshly send,
Into the glooming World his gladsom Ray;
And all these Storms which now his Beauty blend,
Shall turn to Calms, and timely clear away.

So likewise, Love, chear you your heavy Spright,
And change old Year's Annoy, to new Delight.