DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR.
Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing; Toll ye the church-bell sad and slow, And tread softly, and speak low, for the Old Year lies a-dying. - ' Old Year, you must not die! You came to us so readily, You lived with us so steadily, Old Year, you shall not die! He lieth still —he doth nol move—..He will not see the dawn- of' day; He hath no other life above — He gave me a friend and true tinelove, And the New Year will take ’em away. . Old Year, you must not go! So long have you been with us. Such joy as you have seen with us, Old Year, you shall not go!
How hard he breathes! over the snow, I heard just now the crowing cock: The shadows dicker to and fro; The cricket chirps; the lights burn low; ’Tis nearly one o’clock. Shake hands, before you die! Old Year, we’ll dearly- rue for you: What is it we can do for you? Speak out before you die! —Tennyson.
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Manawatu Herald, Volume XLIII, Issue 2374, 31 December 1921, Page 4
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181DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR. Manawatu Herald, Volume XLIII, Issue 2374, 31 December 1921, Page 4
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