Original Poetry.
BLESS THE OLD YEAR. Bless the old year, he’s almost gone ; i heard him utter a dismal moan, •‘l’m weary, I’m lonely, I’m wasting,” said he, “ Will no one breathe a blessing on me ? ” “Thou poor old man with the snow white hair, I’ll bless thee," said a lady fair, " For thou iu cny youth didst bring to me My beautiful babe iu its purity.” •• i;!oss the old year,” the young man cried, “ in merry spring ue brought me my bride, The richest gift to mortal given— Brought her from the gates of Heaven.” “ Bless the old year !” the sick one said, And gently raised his drooping head, ** Its hours are past, and I shall be From pain, from grief, from anguish free.” " Bless the old year !” cried the child with glee, “ in its merry hours I was happy and free ; It has brought me frolic for every day— Bless the old year, ere it passes away !” Bless the old year ! both one and all, Answer to his lovely call ; Let it so be the last sound he shall hear, Echo a blessing—bless the old year ! Havelock, Jan. 1, 1869. Durante Vita.
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Marlborough Express, Volume IV, Issue 155, 30 January 1869, Page 6
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194Original Poetry. Marlborough Express, Volume IV, Issue 155, 30 January 1869, Page 6
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