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Auckland Times, Volume 2, Issue 56, 6 February 1844, Page 4

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STANZAS ON THE NEW YEAR. I stood between the meeting years, The coming and ilie past, And I ask’d ot the future one Wilt thou be like the last? The same in many a sleepless n'gbt, In many an anxious day? Ti auk heaven ! I have no prophet’s eye To look upon thy Way. For sorrow like a phantom sits Upon the last year’s close, How much of grief, how much of ill In it* dai k hieast repose ! Shadows of fided hopes flit by, And ghosts «f pleasures fled , How have thev changed from what they were, Cold, colorless, and dead. 1 think on manv a wasted hour, Ai d sicken o’er the void ; And many a darker are behind, Oh woise than nought employ’d Oh ! vanity ! alas, my heart How widely hast then stray’d, And misused every golden gift For better purpose made. 1 think oo many a once loved friend As nothing to me »<>w, And what can ma’k the lapse of time As does an alter’d brow ? Perhaps, ’rwas but a careless word 1 hat sevei’d friendship’* chain ; And angry pride stands in each gap, Lest they unite again. Less sad, albeit more terrible I’o think upon the dead, M h<> quiet, in their lowly grave, Lay do wn their weary head. Tl ms thinking of the meeting years. The coming and the past, I needs must a k the fttiure one, Wilt thou bo like the last? There came a sound, hut not of speech, 'I hat to niy thought replied, *' Mi*fry is the marriage gft” Tiiat waits a mortal bride. But lift thine hopes from this base earth, 1 hi. waste of wor ! d > cate. And wed thy faith to yon blight sky, lor happiness dwells there.