The Happy, happy Year is Born,
That Wonders shall disclose;
And give our Labr’ing HERCULES Repose.
Ye Graces that resort
To Virtue’s Temple blest MARIA’s Court;
With Incense and with Songs as Sweet
The Long expected Season gently Greet.

MARIA (thus devoutly say)
MARIA --- Oh appear! appear!
Thy Softest Charms Display,
Smile and Bless the Infant Year;
Smile on its Birth in Kindness to our Isle,
For if this Genial Day
You Cheerfully Survey,
Succeeding Years in just return, on You and Us shall Smile.
Thus let Departing WINTER Sing,
Approach, Advance, Thou promis’d SPRING;
And if for Action not design’d,
Together soon Together bring
Confederate Troops in EUROPE’S Cause combin’d.
A Busier Prospect SUMMER yields,
Floating Navies, harrass’d Fields.
From far the Gallick Genius Spying
(Of Unjust War the Just Disgrace)
Their Broken Squadrons Flying,
And Britain’s Caesar Lightning in the chase.

But AUTUMN does Impatient grow
To Crown the Victor’s Brow;

To Wait Him Home Triumphant from Alarms
To Albion and MARIA’s Arms.
Then, to conclude the Glorious Scene,
To EUROPE’S Joy let Me Return,
When Britain’s Senate shall convene,
To Thank their Monarch, and no more, no more his Absence mourne.
Their kind supplies our fainting Hopes restor’d,
Their Inspir’d Counsels shall sure means afford,
to fix the General Peace won by our Monarch’s Sword

CHORUS

While Tyrants their Neighbours and Subjects Oppress,
All Nations the Pious Restorer Caress
Securely our Hero prepares for the Field,
His Valour his Sword, his Virtue his ?Shield:
He Arms in Compassion for Europes Release.
He Conquers to Save, and he want’s to give Peace.