So may Thy God-head be confest,
So the returning Year be Blest,
As its Infant Months bestow
Springing Wreaths for  Brow;
As its Summer's Youth shall shed
Eternal Sweets round  Head:
From the Blessings They shall know,
Our Times are Dated, and our  move,
They Govern, and Enlighten all below
As Thou do'st all above.