The Day's return'd, and so are we,
to pay our Offering on this great Thansgiving day.
'Tis His, 'tis Her's, 'tis Both, 'tis All;
Though now it rise, it ne'r did fall;
Whose Honour shall as lasting prove,
as our Devotion or Their Love:
Then let's rejoyce, and by our Joy appear,
In this one Day we offer all the Year.

See the bright Pair, how amiably kind,
As if their Souls were but this Morning joyn'd:
As the same Heart in Pulses cleft,
This for the Right Arme. that the Left;
So His and Her's in fever'd parts
Are but two Pulses, not two Hearts.

Let no bold Forraign noise their Peace remove,
Since nothing's strong enough to shake their Love,
Blesse Him in Her's, Her in His Arms,
From suddain (true or fals) Alarms;
Let ev'ry Year fill up a score,
Born to be One, but to Make more.

This Day Ten years to Him and Her did grant
What Angels joy, and Joyes which Angels want :
Our Lady-Day, and our Lord's too,
'Twere sin to rob it of its due,
'Tis of both Genders, Her's and His,
We stay'd twelve Months to welcome this.
Then let's rejoyce, and by our Joy appear
In this one Day we offer all the Year.