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　　On Mrs. Riddell's Birthday

　　4th November 1793.

　　Old Winter, with his frosty beard,

　　Thus once to Jove his prayer preferred:

　　“What have I done of all the year,

　　To bear this hated doom severe?

　　My cheerless suns no pleasure know;

　　Night's horrid car drags, dreary slow;

　　My dismal months no joys are crowning,

　　But spleeny English hanging, drowning.

　　“Now Jove, for once be mighty civil.

　　To counterbalance all this evil;

　　Give me, and I've no more to say,

　　Give me Maria's natal day!

　　That brilliant gift shall so enrich me,

　　Spring, Summer, Autumn, cannot match me.”

　　“'Tis done!” says Jove; so ends my story,

　　And Winter once rejoiced in glory. Poems and Songs of Robert Burns