The sullen Years are past;
Yet repine not at the last,
Since WILLIAM and MARIA Reign;
Safe, in its Course, amidst the Storm,
From Plots and Deaths in ev’ry Form,
To fix the World again.
Great Fabius thus, by wise Delays,
The drooping better Cause did raise.

The Sun its Race, the King his Toils renews;
Each for the World his glorious Task pursues,
Unwearied, Matchless, by just Rules confin’d;
Both ev’n to thankless Wretches kind.

Yet nobler are Great WILLIAM’s Cares;
In vain, to flatter ev’ry Sence,
The Solar Rays their Light, and Heat dispense,
If Freedom disappears.
To distant Climates, with the Sun,
The Spring and all its Pleasures run;
But while our Prince removes to foreign Plains,
Our Bliss he round the Year maintains.
He leaves, he flights his precious Rest,
To force the slavish Tools of Tyrants to be blest.

Such valour, Prudence, Piety,
Would set ’em, spright of Odds, as Britain free;
But angry Heav’n, a while, lets Discord rage,
To scourge, and mend an impious Age.

How long, Almighty Pow’r, how long
Must the Just suffer for the guilty Throng?
Ah, fight for him that fights for thee:
What to us deny’d may be,
To a Hero, to a Saint,
To WILLIAM and MARIA grant.
Nor of Success can we despair,
Arm’d with his Vertue and her Pray’r.

Britain’s Sons, bold in Alarms,
Britains’s Daughters, rich in Charms,
With Happiness to crown the Year,
Imitate this virtuous Pair.
Like the Year your Lives renew,
To renew your ancient Fame:
You the Foe shall soon subdue,
Be your Rulers still the same,
Like the Year your Lives be new.

Heav’n shall then reverse your Doom,
War to Hell shall soon be hurl’d,
From above soft Peace shall come,
And tune the jarring World.
Wealth lent in Drops, like Vapours from the Main,
Shall on you be showr’d again.
That Pow’r divine, who long for you has stood,
With Blessings undeserv’d still bribes you to be good.

Godlike Pair! How can we show,
A Sence of what to You we owe!
To all our Store we at your Feet should lay,
Bright Mary’s Love alone can {William} ’s Cares repay.
[Bright Mary Great William}’s Love alone can
{William Mary}’s Cares repay.

GRAND CHORUS.
Be still each other’s Love, and ours;
Be still our Guard, and Heav’n be Yours.
Long live and reign, and never want
What Earth can crave, or Heav’n can grant:
With Peace blest at home, with Conquest abroad,
Make Pride humbly stoop, and ev’n Envy applaud.