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Sonnet LXII

 THe weary yeare his race now hauing run,
The new begins his compast course anew:
with shew of morning mylde he hath begun,
betokening peace and plenty to ensew,
So let vs, which this chaunge of weather vew,
chaunge eeke our mynds and former liues amend
the old yeares sinnes forepast let vs 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 caulmes and tymely cleare away.
So likewise loue cheare you your heauy spright, and chaunge old yeares annoy to new delight.

by Edmund Spenser
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