Poem by Edmund Spenser

Amoretti 62. The weary yeare his race now having run

The weary yeare his race now having run,
The new begins his compast course anew:
With shew of morning mylde he hath begun,
Betokening peace and plenty to ensew.
So let us, which this chaunge of weather vew,
Chaunge eke our mynds, and former lives amend;
The old yeares sinnes forepast let us eschew,
And fly the faults with which we did offend.
Then shall the new yeares ioy forth freshly send
Into the glooming world his gladsome ray,
And all these stormes, which now his beauty blend*,
Shall turne to calmes, and tymely cleare away.
  So, likewise, Love! cheare you your heavy spright,
  And chaunge old yeares annoy to new delight.

[* Blend, blemish.] 

1. Amoretti 59. Thrise happie she that is so well assured
2. Amoretti 49. Fayre Cruell! why are ye so fierce and cruell?
3. Amoretti 46. When my abodes prefixed time is spent
4. The Visions of Bellay
5. Amoretti 26. Sweet is the rose, but growes upon a brere

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