Let the sun summon all his beams to hold + 

Bright pageant in his court, the cloud-paved sky + 

Earth trim her fields and leaf her copses cold; + 

Till the dull month with summer-splendours vie. + 

It is my Birthday;⁠—and I fain would try, + 

Albeit in rude, in heartfelt strains to praise + 

My God, for He hath shielded wondrously + 

From harm and envious error all my ways, + 

And purged my misty sight, and fixed on heaven my gaze. + 