Citation - Evening Post: 1780.01.01

EP.780.002
1 Jan 1780:41,42 (64)
REFLECTIONS ON A NEW-YEAR.TIME,'TIS A HAND'S BREADTH-'TIS A
TALE.
The hoary morn's instructive cares,
Unseal'd my eyes; unlock'd my ears:
And beckon'd me from Morpheaus' clime,
To look at Janus, God of time:
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And vocal magic flowing there,
With mingled music fill the air.
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The warblers of the sky, employ
Themselves in hymns and song of joy.