|NEW YEAR'S DAY|
The poor old year died hard; for all the
earth lay cold
And bare beneath the wintry sky;
While grey clouds scurried madly to the
And hid the chill young moon from
Deep, dying groans the aged year
In soughing winds that wailed a requiem sad
In dull crescendo through the mournful
The new year now is welcomed noisily
With din and song and shout and
And all the glare and blare of fiery fun.
Sing high the welcome to the New Year's
Le roi est mort. Vive, vive le roi! cry out,
And hail the new-born king of coming
Alas! the day is spend and eve draws109nigh;
The king's first subject dies--for
And wasted moments by the hundred
Of past years rise like specters grim
To warn, that these days may not idly
Oh, New Year, youth of promise fair!
What dost thou hold for me? An
Or eyes burnt blind by unshed tears?
More keen because unseen?
Nay, nay, dear youth, I've had surfeit
Of sorrow's feast. The monarch dead
Did rule me with an iron hand. Be
thou a friend,
A tender, loving king--and let me
The ripe, full sweetness of a happy year.