On
the
Fifth
of
December
,
being
the
Birth-day
of
a
beautiful
young
Lady
.
ODE
V.
I.
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
.
II
.
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
dies
,
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
.