A Pindaric ODE, ON NEW-YEAR'S-DAY: Performed by Vocal and Instrumental MUSIC, Before Their Sacred Majesties K. WILLIAM AND Q. MARY.  
Set by Dr. JOHN BLOW, AND Written by THOMAS D'URFEY.  
Matutine pater, seu Jane libentius audis,  
Unde homines operum primos, vitaque labores  
Instituunt, (sic Dis placitum) tu Carminis esto  
Principium,—  Horace. 
LONDON: Printed for Abel Roper, at the Mitre near Temple-Bar in Fleetstreet, 1691.   

A Pindaric ODE, ON New-Year's-Day, etc.  

I.  
BEHOLD, how all the Stars give way;  
Behold, how the Revolving Sphere,  
Swells to bring forth the Sacred Day;  
That ushers in the Mighty Year;  
Whilst janus with his double Face  
Viewing the present Time and past,  
In strong Prophetic Fury sings,  
Our Nation's Glory and our King's.   

II.  
See England's Genius, like the dazzling Sun,  
Proud of his Race, to our Horizon run  
To welcome that Celestial Power,  
That of this Glorious Year begins the Happy Hour:  
A Year from whence shall Wonders come;  
A Year to baffle France and Rome,  
And bound the dubious Fate of Warring Christendom.   

III.  
Move on with Fame, all ye Triumphant Days,  
To Britain's Honour, and to Caesar's Praise;  
Let no short Hour of this Year's bounded Time,  
Pass by without some Act sublime:  
Great WILLIAM, Champion of the Mighty States,  
And all the Princes the Confederates:  
Ploughs the Green Neptune, whilst to waste Him over,  
The Fates stand smiling on the Belgic Shoar:  
And now the gallic Genius Trembles,  
How e'er she Panic Fear dissembles;  
To know the Mighty League, and view the Mighty Power,  
So when the Persian Pride of old,  
Disdained their God the Sun,  
With Armies, and more powerful Gold,  
Did half the World over run,  
Brave Alexander changed their Scorn to Awe,  
And Came, and Fought, and Conquered like NASSAU.   

IV.  
Then welcome Wondrous Year,  
More Happy and Serene,  
Then any ever did appear,  
To bless Great Caesar and his Queen:  
May every Hour increase their Fames;  
Whilst Echoing Skies resound their Names.  
And when Unbounded Joy, and the Excess  
Of all that can be found in Humane Bliss,  
Fall on 'em, may each Year be still like this,  
Health, Fortune, Grandeur, Fame, and Victory,  
And Crowning all, a Life, long as Eternity.   

CHORUS.  
Come ye Sons of Great Apollo,  
Let your charming Consorts follow;  
Sing of Triumph, sing of Beauty,  
Sing soft Airs of Loyal Duty;  
Give to Caesar's Royal Fair  
Songs of joy to Calm her Care;  
Bid the less Auspicious Year Adieu,  
And give her joyful Welcomes to the New.   
FINIS.