{"id":1954,"date":"2017-01-04T13:57:23","date_gmt":"2017-01-04T13:57:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/?p=1954"},"modified":"2024-09-24T14:00:04","modified_gmt":"2024-09-24T14:00:04","slug":"ode-to-the-old-year-1787-anne-hunter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/uncategorized\/ode-to-the-old-year-1787-anne-hunter\/","title":{"rendered":"Ode to the Old Year, 1787 \u2014 Anne Hunter"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Poem 4 \u2014 100 Days of Poetry<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Ode to the Old Year, 1787 by Anne Hunter | Read by Rob Goll\" width=\"525\" height=\"295\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Rk4C2rnA8Tw?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p><strong>About the Poem:<\/strong><br \/>\n<em>Ode to the Old Year, 1787<\/em> by Anne Hunter reflects on the passing year, blending gratitude for the peace and ease it brought with a deeper contemplation of time\u2019s inexorable march. Hunter\u2019s lyrical voice offers a thoughtful meditation on the close of one year and the hope that follows into the next.<\/p>\n<p>Anne Hunter (1742\u20131821) was a Scottish poet and songwriter, known for her graceful style and for writing the lyrics to many popular songs of her time. Her poems often centre on themes of nature, time, and personal reflection.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><strong>Ode to the Old Year, 1787<\/strong> by Anne Hunter<\/p>\n<p>LET courtly bards, in courtly lay,<br \/>\nInvoke the muse on New Year's day,<br \/>\nProphetic, future times unfold,<br \/>\nOr tell again the tales of old;<br \/>\nFor me, I sing, in strains sincere,<br \/>\nA grateful tribute due to the departed year.<br \/>\nGlad I behold our native isle<br \/>\nIn wealth, in peace, in honours smile;<br \/>\nThe balance hold with steady hand,<br \/>\nAnd discord cease at her command:<br \/>\nThe dogs of war compell'd to wait,<br \/>\nAnd Janus close again his half unfolded gate.<\/p>\n<p>I love the months whose calm career<br \/>\nHave left me what my heart holds dear;<br \/>\nThey gave me health, and peace, and ease;<br \/>\nWho would not sing for gifts like these?<br \/>\nWith me, the sense must still remain,<br \/>\nAnd mark this polish'd link of time's eternal chain.<br \/>\nTime, the consoler, slowly brings<br \/>\nPeace on his variegated wings;<br \/>\nHe steals away the rose, 'tis true,<br \/>\nBut then the thorn is blunted too;<br \/>\nBefore him hope's illusions fly,<br \/>\nAnd all imagination's vain chimeras die.<br \/>\nThe bitter griefs, the fleeting joys,<br \/>\nWhich fancy's busy power employs,<br \/>\nTo retrospective reason seem<br \/>\nThe phantoms of a troubled dream:<br \/>\nThe feverish vision fades away,<br \/>\nAnd leaves the soul in peace its tenement of clay.<\/p>\n<p>I view the social circle round,<br \/>\nAnd ev'ry well known face is found.<br \/>\nMy heart expands within my breast,<br \/>\nEach selfish, gloomy care at rest,<br \/>\nJoyful I sing, in strains sincere,<br \/>\nPraise to the Power Supreme, who guides the circling year.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><strong>My Reflections on the Poem:<\/strong><br \/>\nRecording <em>Ode to the Old Year, 1787<\/em> was a peaceful reflection on time\u2019s passage. Anne Hunter\u2019s delicate lyricism and ability to blend personal feelings with universal themes make this poem a perfect meditation on the turning of the year.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p>This post is part of my <em>100 Days of Poetry<\/em> series, where I embarked on a journey to record and share 100 poems over 100 days in 2017. 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